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Where's Don ?" "I sent him to the store." Kenny darted away with an air of expectancy to the other shack, whence, after an excited period of foraging, he emerged, carrying a bundle.
Frank, knowing him well enough to read his shining enthusiasm aright, would have turned him back at Brian's door without a qualm.

But Frank was not at hand.
"You look like a kid sneaking home with a stray cat!" Brian told him with a grin.
"What's in the bundle ?" "I've tried so many times to get in," admitted Kenny, "with Frank nippin' me just as my hand was on the knob, that I'm feelin' a bit surreptitious." He held up a tennis racket and a shotgun.
"And everything else," he boasted with an air of triumph, "that I took to Simon." "And the bill-file!" exclaimed Brian, staring at the litter on the floor.