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Not another word was said about the gum then, as the inner door to Uncle Ben’s offices was reached and the Publishers went in where all was quiet, and such a thing as gum was never thought of!

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“Hello, Finn—where’er yeh goin’ in sech a hurry?” asked a newsboy of a pal who was hurrying past.

“Oh—hello, Skelly! I’m lookin’ fer that chap what knows about them passes fer camp.”

“Hully chee, Finn! Yeh don’t tell me ye’re goin’ to that Sunday School place—what?” jeered the boy called Skelly.

“’Tain’t a prayer-meetin’ camp, neider! It’s a regerler camp fer boys and gals. I was told there’s not a bit of Sunday School stunts goin’ on there,” replied Finn, defensively.

“Huh, all the same, you’ll come back actin’ like a little lady! Dey’ll cure yuh of cigarettes, matchin’ pennies and all the udder fun we’ve had,” scorned Skelly, bitterly.

“See here, now! I ain’t wantin’ the ticket fer meself—it’s only fer my sick sister, yuh know. The Doc said she’d got to git out of that hot, dark room in the tenement, and where kin I keep her—on’y in a camp like this is?” explained the worried brother to the leader of the Ludlow Street gang.