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"We ll, no; you needn't do that," said Beverly, "Put it on my dressing-table. I'll attend to it." "Wha's become o' de gemman 'at wo' hit in the fust place? Ah ain' seen him fo' two three days." "I'm sure I don't know. He's probably asleep. That class of people never lose sleep over anything." "'E's er pow'ful good-lookin' pusson," suggested Aunt Fanny. Beverly's eyes brightened.
But not having heard, they gave Beverly "all that was coming to her for riding a calico nag," though said "nag" was certainly a little beauty. Nearly a quarter of the distance to Four Corners had been ridden when Beverly's temper, never too elastic, snapped.
"You are to retire at once and no noise, young ladies," ordered Miss Stetson, divided between satisfaction at having proved her statement regarding Beverly's presence in the gym and her resentment at being doubted at the outset. Mrs. Bonnell had already retreated to her special sanctum, there to have a quiet laugh over the whole absurd situation.
"But now the message comes that he is out in the heart of Hopi-land, and because Little Blue Flower is protecting him her people may turn against her. For Beverly's sake, and for her sake, too, my daughter, we must start at once to find her and maybe save his life. She wants you. It is the call of sisterhood. Sister Gloria and I will go with you. I have much influence with my Hopi people."
It was Beverly's way to make people love him, because he loved people. It was late at last, too late for prudence, older heads would agree, when these two separated, and my cousin came to pounce upon me in the hotel court to tell me of his adventure. "And I learned a lot of things," he added.
But there had been hours of intense longing upon Beverly's part for the freedom of bygone days and Athol. The brother and sister had been entirely too united in every way to find perfect compensation in the companionship of others, however warm the friendships formed, and each missed the other sorely.
Stuart's left, under William H.F. Lee, was opposite Welford's; his centre, under Jones, opposite Beverly's; his right, under Hampton, toward Kelly's; and a force under Robertson was posted in the direction of Stevensburg, to guard the right flank. The whole amounted to about seven or eight thousand cavalry.
Our camp that night was under wide-spreading elm-trees whose roots struck deep in the deep black loam. After supper Mat and Beverly went down to fish in the muddy creek. Fishing was Beverly's sport and solace everywhere. I was to follow them as soon as I had finished my little chores. The men were scattered about the valley and the camp was deserted.
He lived in his own world, which was a savage one, but he managed that it should overlap our world and silently grasp all that was in it. Beverly had persistently tried to be friendly for a time, for that was Beverly's way. Failing to do it, he had nick-named the boy "Satan" for all time. "We found Little Blue Flower a sweet little muggins," Beverly told the Indian early in our stay at the fort.
It was one of the rare occasions when she had occasion to go to that room for some stored away winter clothing against Beverly's pending departure for boarding school. As the riders resumed their homeward journey she smiled and said softly: "How exactly like Beverly. Now will come confession and repentance and shall I be able to keep a sober face?"
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