{"product_id":"2940149590964","title":"The Adventures of Bobby Orde (Illustrated)","description":"At nine o'clock one morning Bobby Orde, following an agreement with his father, walked sedately to the Proper Place, where he kept his cap and coat and other belongings. The Proper Place was a small, dark closet under the angle of the stairs. He called it the Proper Place just as he called his friend Clifford Fuller, or the saw-mill town in which he lived Monrovia—because he had always heard it called so.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt the door a beautiful black and white setter solemnly joined him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Hullo, Duke!\" greeted Bobby.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe dog swept back and forth his magnificent feather tail, and fell in behind his young master.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBobby knew the way perfectly. You went to the fire-engine house; and then to the left after the court-house was Mr. Proctor's; and then, all at once, the town. Father's office was in the nearest square brick block. Bobby paused,[Pg 4] as he always did, to look in the first store window. In it was a weapon which he knew to be a Flobert Rifle. It was something to be dreamed of, with its beautiful blued-steel octagon barrel, its gleaming gold-plated locks and its polished stock. Bobby was just under ten years old; but he could have told you all about that Flobert Rifle—its weight, the length of its barrel, the number of grains of both powder and lead loaded in its various cartridges. Among his books he possessed a catalogue that described Flobert Rifles, and also Shotguns and Revolvers. Bobby intoxicated himself with them. Twice he had even seen his father's revolver; and he knew where it was kept—on the top shelf of the closet. The very closet door gave him a thrill.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReluctantly he tore himself away, and turned in to the straight, broad stairway that led to the offices above. The stairway, and the hall to which it mounted were dark and smelled of old coco-matting and stale tobacco. Bobby liked this smell very much. He liked, too, the echo of his footsteps as he marched down the hall to the door of his father's offices.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWithin were several long, narrow desks burdened with large ledgers and flanked by[Pg 5] high stools. On each stool sat a clerk—five of them. An iron \"base burner\" stove occupied the middle of the room. Its pipe ran in suspension here and there through the upper air until it plunged unexpectedly into the wall. A capacious wood-box flanked it. Bobby was glad he did not have to fill that wood-box at a cent a time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAgainst the walls at either end of the room and next the windows were two roll-top desks at which sat Mr. Orde and his partner. Two or three pivoted chairs completed the furnishings.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Hullo, Bobby,\" called Mr. Orde, who was talking earnestly to a man; \"I'll be ready in a few minutes.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNothing pleased Bobby more than to wander about the place with its delicious \"office smell.\" At one end of the room, nailed against the wall, were rows and rows of beautifully polished models of the firm's different tugs, barges and schooners. Bobby surveyed them with both pleasure and regret. It seemed a shame that such delightful boats should have been built only in half and nailed immovably to boards. Against another wall were maps, and a real deer's head. Everywhere hung framed photo[Pg 6]graphs of logging camps and lumbering operations. From any one of the six long windows he could see the street below, and those who passed along it. Time never hung heavy at the office.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen Mr. Orde had finished his business, he put on his hat, and the big man, the little boy and the grave, black and white setter dog walked down the long dark hall, down the steps, and around the corner to the livery stable.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHere they climbed into one of the light and graceful buggies which were at that time a source of such pride to their owners, and flashed out into the street behind Mr. Orde's celebrated team.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDuke's gravity at this juncture deserted him completely. Life now meant something besides duty. Ears back, mouth wide, body extended, he flew away. Faster and faster he ran, until he was almost out of sight; then turned with a whirl of shingle dust and came racing back. When he reached the horses he leaped vigorously from one side to the other, barking ecstatically; then set off on a long even lope along the sidewalks and across the street, investigating everything.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMr. Orde took the slender whalebone whip from its socket.[Pg 7]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Come, Dick!\" said he.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe team laid back their pointed delicate ears, shook their heads from side to side, snorted and settled into a swift stride. Bobby leaned over to watch the sunlight twinkle on the wheel-spokes. The narrow tires sunk slightly in the yielding shingle fragments. Brittle! Brittle! Brittle! the sound said to Bobby. Above all things he loved to watch the gossamer-like wheels, apparently too light and delicate to bear the weight they must carry, flying over the springy road.\u003cbr\u003e","brand":"Lost Leaf Publications","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47101268197616,"sku":"2940149590964","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940149590964_p0.jpg?v=1763720613","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940149590964","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}