"All right," nodded Jennings examining the order and finding it
apparently all right.
Dan followed him in, taking the ladder and bucket upstairs, where
Aunt Josephine was still reading.
"The man to clean the windows, ma'am," apologized Jennings.
"Oh, very well," she nodded, taking up her book, to go. Then,
recalling the frequent injunctions of Kennedy, she paused long
enough to speak quietly to Jennings.
"Stay here and watch him," she whispered as she went out.
Jennings nodded, while Dan opened a window and set to work.
. . . . . . . .
Elaine had scarcely started again in her car down the crowded
narrow street. From her position she could not possibly have seen
Johnnie, another of the Brotherhood, watching her eagerly up the
street.
But as her car approached, Johnnie, with great determination,
pulled himself together and ran forward across the street. She saw
that.
"Oh!" she screamed, her heart almost stopping.
He had fallen directly in front of the wheels of the car,
apparently, and although the chauffeur stopped with a jolt, it
seemed that the boy had been run over.
They jumped out. There he was, sure enough, under the very wheels.
People came running now in all directions and lifted him up,
groaning piteously. He seemed literally twisted into a knot which
looked as if every bone in his body was broken or dislocated.
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