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Like some older members of his sex, he was discovering new witcheries about his divinity every day. "Well, Be'trice!" He gave a long gasp of ecstasy. "I don't see how can you do it? Can't I do it, Be'trice?" "I'm afraid not, honey you'd have to learn. There was a queer French girl at school, who could do the strangest things, Dorman like fairy tales, almost.
"You can sleep by de brook, Be'trice. I'll let you," he promised generously, "'cept when I need anudder grasshopper; nen I'll wake you up." "Wait till to-morrow. I don't believe the fish are hungry to-day. Don't tear my skirt to pieces, Dorman!" Dorman began to whine. He had never found his divinity in so unlovely a mood. "I want to go now! Dey are too hungry, Be'trice!
Never mind, dear it was only I." Dorman was some time believing this astonishing statement. "How did you growl by my feet, Be'trice? Show me again." Beatrice, who had learned some things at school which were not included in the curriculum, repeated the performance, while Dorman watched her with eyes and mouth at their widest.
Dorman swished his rod in unpleasant proximity to his divinity's head. "Because, honey" Beatrice dodged "you might step on a snake, a rattlesnake, that would bite you." "How would it bite, Be'trice?" "With its teeth, of course; long, wicked teeth, with poison on them." "I saw one when I was ridin' on a horse wis Uncle Dick.
His manner was grave and respectful, but his eyes, Beatrice observed, were having a quiet laugh of their own. "You can't get auntie's watch, nor gran'mama's. Gran'mama frowed 'em all down in the mud. She frowed her money down in the mud, too," announced Dorman, with much complacency. "Be'trice says you is a coyote. Is you?"
"I want Be'trice!" Dorman set up his everyday howl, which started the dogs barking outside. His guardian angel attempted to soothe him, but he would have none of her; he only howled the louder, and kicked. "There, there, honey, I'll go. Where's your hat?" "Beatrice, you had better stay in the house; you have done quite enough for one day." The tone of the mother suggested things.
Like Beatrice, she dodged. "Little boys," she announced weakly, "should not speak until they're spoken to." Dick came near strangling on a shred of chicken. "Can't she go, gran'mama? Say, can't she? Tell Be'trice to go home wis us, gran'mama!" "Beatrice" Mrs. Lansell swallowed "is not a little child any longer, Dorman. She is a woman and can do as she likes.
I wonder what'll Peggy say bout my two puppies. I've got to take my two puppies wis me. Will dey get sick riding on de water, auntie? Say, will dey?" "I I think not, dear," ventured his auntie cautiously. His auntie was a conscientious woman, and she knew very little about puppies. "Be'trice will help me take care of dem if dey're sick," he remarked comfortably.
And you wouldn't go fishin', 'cause you didn't like to take Uncle Dick's make-m'lieve flies, so I got some really ones, Be'trice, that'll wiggle dere own self." "Oh, dear me! It's too hot, Dorman." "'Tisn't, Be'trice It's dest as cool and by de brook it's awf-lly cold. Come, Be'trice!" He pulled at the smart little pink ruffles on her skirt. "I'm too sleepy, hon."
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