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See how that poor animal is rejoicing in getting back its little one, just as we are over having our little Dot again." "To think of all the poor things I have killed," said Dot's father sadly; "I'll never do it again." "No," said his wife, "we must try and get everyone to be kind to the bush creatures, and protect them all we can."
But what pained her most were the gasps and little moans of her good friend, as she put such tremendous power into every leap she made for their lives; crashing through twigs, and scattering stones and pebbles, in the wild speed of their flight. Then Dot's busy little brain told her another thing, which made her more miserable.
Come on, Dot, you'll like it after the first ride." By this time Bobby and Twaddles, rosy and panting, had reached the top of the hill. "The snow's packed fine," said Bobby enthusiastically. "What are you waiting for, Meg? Feet cold?" "No, they're warm enough," answered Meg, absently stamping her feet in the snow to prove it. "Dot's afraid." "I am not!" cried Dot indignantly.
Shultberger patted her on the shoulder reassuringly. "Dot's all right, Annie. I vouldn't let nodding happen to Jimmie. I'll bail him out and you too. Go along; dot's a good girl." He turned to his guests, and motioned to them to be silent.
He was moodily silent now, while the others engaged in a spirited discussion started by Dot's saying kindly: "Well, lots of boys and girls have to work and they often are the better for it. Edison did and was." "Oh, I guess he could have been just as great, or greater if he hadn't worked," remarked Terry sententiously. "It isn't only poor boys that amount to " "Mostly," said Bill.
Bits of wax and jelly flew from the glass, splashing Twaddles' clean blouse and plentifully decorating Dot's white apron. "Mother's coming!" cried Meg, rushing into the kitchen with her flowers. Then she stopped. "Dot Blossom, look what you're done!" she wailed.
In the meantime Dot's ears were filled with the sounds of snarling snaps from the dingo dogs, and hideous noises from the Blacks, encouraging the animals to attack the Kangaroo.
Otto was only a second or two behind him, and, .puffing and gasping, he dropped squarely on his head and shoulders, rolled over, caught up his gun again, and sprang to his feet. "Dot's de way I always climb down stairs," he exclaimed, raising the hammer of his gun and holding it ready to fire on the first appearance of a foe.
Ruth, she believed, would know just how to handle this ticklish situation. Just then Tess and Dot appeared, taking a walk through the yard with their very best dolls. Naturally they were surprised to see Agnes talking in the backyard with a strange man, and both stopped, curiously eyeing Mr. Sorber. Dot's finger involuntarily sought the corner of her mouth.
He said he felt himself to be consultant in general and family physician for all Dot's brood of doll-babies, for the Kenway sisters were far too healthy to need his attention in any degree. "If all my customers were like you girls," he declared, in his jovial way, "I'd have to take my pills and powders to another shop." Ruth knew that Mr. Howbridge had insisted at first that Dr.
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