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Updated: June 6, 2025
Felix and Dan were already sound asleep; I was drifting near the coast o' dreams when I was aroused by a light tap on the door. "Bev, are you asleep?" came in the Story Girl's whisper. "No, what is it?" "S-s-h. Get up and dress and come out. I want you." With a good deal of curiosity and some misgiving I obeyed. What was in the wind now?
I knew that pie-face over at her school would queer the whole show. Say, Uncle Ath, I'd just like to put one over on her for fair. What did she do to Bev, anyhow?" "She never! What, told her she lied!" Athol very nearly kicked over the little phone stand. "And Bev wouldn't stand for it and lit out? Snappy work! I say, Uncle Ath, let me come home, please, and hear all about it.
Honest, Uncle Athol, we didn't! Did we Arch?" "Ask Bev. Here she comes," laughed Archie pointing toward the stairs down which a demure, spick and span, duck-clothed young lady was making her way with all the propriety of a young boarding-house-miss-in-the-making.
Uncle Esmond smiled, but the stern lines in his face hardly broke as he said, earnestly, "Keep your eyes open and, whatever you do, stay close to Krane while Bill helps me here, and don't forget to watch for that little girl when you are sight-seeing." "There's not much to see, as Bev says, but the outside of 'dobe walls five feet thick," Rex Krane observed.
"Why, egad, Bev, I'm afraid it's nothing much, after all. It's that fellow Smivvle's fault, really." "Smivvle?" "Fellow actually called here yesterday twice, Bev. Dev'lish importunate fellow y'know. Wanted to see you, deuced insistent about it, too!" "Why?"
He felt ridiculous and resentful, and rather as though he was expected to kiss the hand that had beaten him, but when she came close to him he put an arm around her shoulders. "Poor Bev!" he said. "We've made pretty much a mess of it, haven't we?" He patted her and let her go, and her eyes followed him as he left the room.
"Yellow," answered the Story Girl promptly. "And Cecily is a sweet pink, like those mayflowers, and Sara Ray is very pale blue, and Dan is red and Felix is yellow, like Peter, and Bev is striped." "What colour am I?" asked Felicity, amid the laughter at my expense. "You're you're like a rainbow," answered the Story Girl rather reluctantly.
"It's no use, Gail." My cousin lifted a pleading face to mine a moment, as on that day, years ago on the parade-ground at Fort Leavenworth. Then the bright smile came back to stay. "Why, Bev, you have a life before you, and you aren't the only Eighteenth Kansas man who deserted. We can pull you through somehow and people will forget.
Oh, my dear fellow, I'm the very happiest man alive, and, egad, that reminds me! I'm also the discredited and disinherited son of a flinty-hearted Roman." "What Dick, do you mean he has cut you off?" "As much as ever he could, my dear fellow, which reduces my income by a half. Deuced serious thing, y' know, Bev.
"Why no, sir. And it were only 'is whip-arm. 'Urts a bit o' course, but 'e managed to write you a letter, 'e did; an' 'ere it is." So Barnabas took the letter, and holding it in the moonlight where Cleone could see it, they, together, made out these words: MY DEAR BEV, There is durty work afoot.
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