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Now I'll be tied up, and maybe put to bed for runnin' away again. But the berries is mighty nice," she added, politely. "Good mawnin', suh. Fritz, we mus' be goin' now." The voice was coming nearer. "I'll walk down to the gate with you," said the Colonel, anxious to learn something more about his little guest. "Oh, you'd bettah not, suh!" she cried in alarm. "Mom Beck doesn't like you a bit.

"There'll be so many people here soon, and so much moving around when the hunt begins, that they'll be in the way." "You'll need a wheelbarrow to take them in," answered Lloyd, turning from the window to watch her gather them up. "You'd bettah call Walkah to help you." "Santa Claus certainly was good to me," answered Betty, picking up Mr. Sherman's gift, a beautiful mother-of-pearl opera-glass.

He saw he had struck the right chord as soon as he mentioned the flowers. The sullen look vanished as if by magic. Her face changed as suddenly as an April day. "Oh, yes!" she cried, with a beaming smile. "I loves 'm bettah than anything!" He tied his horse, and led the way to the conservatory.

"Love," with withering scorn, "love? Ain' he got somefin' bettah to do than lovin' when he's jes' fit and fought fo' Uncle Sam?" She beat the eggs for her batter as if she had Daisy's head under the whip. "He fit and fought fo' Uncle Sam," she repeated, "and now he comes home and camps hisse'f on Daisy's do'-step." Against the breeze of such high indignation, any argument would be blown away.

"Scuse me, but beins you don't seem to be over prosp'rous, I specks you had kinder bettah pay in advance," said the driver, with a diplomatic smile that said, "Now, don't get mad. This is a business matter." Without a word the stranger pulled out a bill and handed it to the driver, who took out his fare.

"I am, Cookie," I admitted. The whites of Cookie's eyes became alarmingly conspicuous. Drawing near in a stealthy manner he whispered: "Yo' bettah not, Miss Jinny!" "Better not?" I repeated, staring. He answered with a portentous head-shake. "Oh, nonsense, Cookie!" I said impatiently, "There's not a thing on the island but the pigs!" "Miss Jinny," he solemnly replied, "dey's pigs and pigs."

Howsomevah he made up his min' t'go, an' 'bout nightfall he fin' his way to de ole house by de swamp. It mighty lonely deh and Lijah, he tremmle a bit. He strike a match an' look 'roun'. On de table dey wuz a lamp, an' Lijah, he light de lamp an' feel a heap bettah. Den he set deh a long time, an' all he heah wuz de hootin' of de owls and de crickets a-chirpin' in de grass. Lijah, he drowse a bit.

But ye never got no bettah, so I got skeered, an' went hoofin' it down fer de docthar at Beaucaire Landin', sah, an' when he cum back along wid me he dug the bullet outer yer shoulder, an' left som truck fer me ter giv' yer. He's done been yere three times, sah." "From Beaucaire Landing is that a town?" "A sorter a town, sah; 'bout four miles down ribber."

"Shoot me!" he cried. "Put a bullet through me! End this, if yuh've got any pity for me! I'm blind dying. I can't stand the pain. Yuh must have a gun. Why don't yuh kill me and finish me?" It was the living dead! The buckskin-clad youth gave him more water, his face drawn with compassion. "Yo'll feel bettah afta while," he murmured. "Just sit steady."

He am some bettah, now, sah, but he kain’t be move’ from de voodoo’s house ’cept by a frien’.” “I’ll get a chance to see one of these old voodoo frauds, anyway,” Jack told himself. “This new experience will be worth the time it keeps me out of my bed. What a pity Hal missed a queer old treat like this!”