It was a very disconsolate trio that wended its way along the lane which led home. Poor Ted had quite a sore head, and Richard was wet and covered with mud. Gwen had suffered least, except in regard to the loss of the balloon, which had disappeared by the time the chums had picked themselves up. “All this for a silly old balloon,” growled Richard. “You’ve got nothing to grumble at,” moaned Gwen. “It’s my balloon that’s lost.”
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXX, 13 June 1936, Page 11
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78It was a very disconsolate trio that wended its way along the lane which led home. Poor Ted had quite a sore head, and Richard was wet and covered with mud. Gwen had suffered least, except in regard to the loss of the balloon, which had disappeared by the time the chums had picked themselves up. “All this for a silly old balloon,” growled Richard. “You’ve got nothing to grumble at,” moaned Gwen. “It’s my balloon that’s lost.” Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXX, 13 June 1936, Page 11
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