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"Now Dot," began Ned, "I'd like to hear more of the 'chaser' business. I am sure we have all heard the wrong story of it, and even at that I must admit it is not so slow rather interesting. Give us the right version." "Let Tavia tell it," Dorothy begged off. "Well, who did the fellow turn out to be?" asked Ned. "He hasn't turned out yet," replied Tavia.
Then you will come for Karen and you will be married from my house. I will give Karen a large dot; she shall want for nothing in her life. And you and she will live in Germany, with your friends and your great music, and your babies, Franz. What I had hoped for two years ago shall come to pass and this bad dream shall be forgotten."
The spot which Dot chose for her schoolroom was down in a lane behind Wild Rose Cottage. Uncle Squeaky helped Scamper and Limpy-toes set four strong corner posts and made a roof of green boughs to shelter the kiddies when it rained; but there were no walls to shut out the fresh air and sunshine. There were rows of green mossy seats and a desk in which Dot could keep her books and papers.
Now Dotty is going to forget hers and have just as good a time as if she never broke it. I say, Dot, how's that chum of yours, you wrote me about? Is this her picture? Wow! Ain't she the peach!" Bob picked up the picture of Dolly from Dotty's dressing-table and admired it openly. "Does she really look like that?" "Yes," and Dotty waxed enthusiastic; "she's beautiful.
Dot bore it stoutly for awhile, until he could resist no longer, and there was a flowery battle going on under the trees. It was quite late in the day when the tired children arrived home. Carrie fairly hugged Dot when the overflowing baskets were placed at her feet. "These are for all the sick women and little children," answered Dot, solemnly; "we worked so hard, Flurry and I."
Then out into the open sky swept dozens of black wings, accompanied by abusive swearing from dozens of wicked little brown Foxes; and, as they settled again on the tree, all the fighting would begin again, so that the squealing, screaming, and swearing never ended. As Dot was listening to the fighting of the Flying Foxes, she heard a sound near her that alarmed her greatly.
He gave her a nod and a patronizing: "Well, nice girl," without the least surprise at seeing her there. But I had seen a pin dot of blue sealing wax on the glimpse of white blouse that showed through the open front of her sweater, and something else. I stooped, while Dudley was fussing with the lock of his desk, and picked up a curious little gold seal that lay on the floor by the safe.
"Don't you be led into no sich foolishness," said a 'double-bar H' cow-puncher at the other end of the table. "I calc'late that maverick 'ill carry my brand before the moon changes." "You'll have to be pretty spry or you'll find a 'triangle dot' on his weather side when you get there." "Where did you run across him?"
Above the signature is, or was some ten years since, a small decorative panel showing a strip of yellow sand, a black dot of a boat, and a line of blue sky, so true in tone and sure in composition that when Mr.
"Poor little Human," she said, "your legs aren't much good, and, for the life of me, I don't understand how you can expect to get along without a tail. The water-hole is a good way off," she added, with a sigh, as she looked down at Dot, lying on the ground, and she was very puzzled what to do. But suddenly she brightened up. "I have an idea," she said joyfully.
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