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Be'trice said I could." Beatrice blushed, and Keith forgot where he was, for a minute, looking at her. "Come and find my one shiny penny," Dorman commanded, climbing down. "And I want Be'trice to come. Be'trice can always find things." "Beatrice cannot go," said his grandmother, who didn't much like the way Keith hovered near Beatrice, nor the look in his eyes. "Beatrice is tired."
Then something in his divinity's face startled his assurance. "You's going wis us, isn't you, Be'trice? I want you to help take care of my two puppies. Martha can't, 'cause she slaps dere ears. Is you going wis us, Be'trice?"
It kept windin' up till it was round, and it growled wis its tail, Be'trice. And Uncle Dick chased it, and nen it unwinded itself and creeped under a big rock. It didn't bite once and I didn't see any teeth to it." "Carry your rod still, Dorman. Are you trying to knock my hat off my head? Rattlesnakes have teeth, hon, whether you saw them or not.
And so he climbed up high, into a funny bed on a shelf, and rested. And when he was rested he couldn't open the door, and he kicked and kicked, and then Be'trice came, and Mr. Cam'ron. "And you said you'd help me find my one penny," he reminded Keith, blinking solemnly at him from the chair. "And I want to shake hands wis your big, high pony. I'm going to buy him wis my six pennies.
I saw a great, long one that day we thought you were lost. Mr. Cameron killed it with his rope. I'm sure it had teeth." "Did it growl, Be'trice? Tell me how it went." "Like this, hon." Beatrice parted her lips ever so little, and a snake buzzed at Dorman's feet. He gave a yell of terror, and backed ingloriously. "You see, honey, if that had been really a snake, it would have bitten you.
Dorman squirmed away from her. "I los' one shiny penny, Be'trice and I couldn't open de door. Help me find my shiny penny." Keith picked him up and set him upon one square shoulder. "We'll take you up to your auntie, first thing, young man." "I want my one shiny penny. I want it!" Dorman showed symptoms of howling again. "We'll come back and find it. Your auntie wants you now, and grandmama."
I want a pony, and some ledder towsers wis fringes down 'em, and I want some little wheels on my feet. Mr. Cam'ron says I do need some little wheels, Be'trice." "Did he, honey?" "Yes, he did. I like Mr. Cam'ron, Be'trice; he let me ride his big, high pony. He's a berry good pony. He shaked hands wis me, Be'trice he truly did." "Did he, hon?" Beatrice, I am sorry to say, was not listening.
He told me." "Did he, hon?" "Yes, he did. He 'vited me over, Be'trice. He's my friend, and I've got to buy my big, high pony. I'll let you shake hands wis him, Be'trice. I'll interduce him to you. And I'll let you ride on his back, Be'trice. Do you want to ride on his back?" "Yes, honey."
"I'll have the horses saddled right away," said Dick, and left them. "Where you going, Be'trice? You going to ride a horse? I want to, awf'lly." "I'm afraid you can't, honey; it's too far." Beatrice pushed a yellow curl away from his eyes with tender, womanly solicitude. "Auntie won't care, 'cause I'm a bother. Auntie says she's goin' to send for Parks. I don't want Parks; 'sides, Parks is sick.
Looey Sam is goin' to fry my fishes for dinner, to s'prise auntie. Come, Be'trice!" "Why don't you go with the child, Beatrice? You grow more selfish every day." Mrs. Lansell could not endure selfishness in others. "You know he will not give us any peace until you do." Dorman instantly proceeded to make good his grandmother's prophecy, and wept so that one could hear him a mile. "Oh, dear me!