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Wistaria Porch was fairly basking in the sunshine, and the flower gardens were already showing their early blooms. The tulip beds were a blaze of bright glory and hyacinths and daffodils added their sweetness and beauty. "Such a heavenly place!" Patty exclaimed as she and Little Billee strolled along the garden paths in the late afternoon.
Bill's laugh was so infectious that Patty couldn't help joining it, but she said: "I can't, Little Billee. It's too late, and I'm too tired, and " "But I'm going away to-morrow." "You are! I didn't know." "Do you CARE? Oh, Patty, come out for a minute, I want to tell you something."
But, do you know my name? Or shall I introduce myself?" "I fancy you're Big Bill Farnsworth, aren't you?" "Yes, but DON'T call me big, PLEASE!" "No, I'll call you Little Billee. How's that?" "That's lovely! Now, what may I call you?" "Miss Fairfield." The big man made an easy and graceful bow. "I am delighted to meet you, Miss Fair Fair, with golden hair.
"Yes, we will do that some day. I'd like to round them up myself. Mother's tales of her childhood home, as retold me by my father, sounded delightful. They had old country estates, and " "And ancestral halls! Hung with old armour! Oh, Little Billee, what fun to take Fleurette there! Portraits of her ancestors smiling down at her from the oaken walls of the long picture gallery "
Merkel glanced around at his listeners. "These young folks are some kin of yours, I take it?" asked Old Billee Dobb. "Sure," assented the ranchman. "More of my wife's than mine, but it's all the same. They were coming here on a visit, coming all the way from California by auto.
It means that you CARE " "No, I DON'T, Bill! I don't care if you like all the girls in the world. Only, you mustn't like them better than you do me." "As if I COULD like anybody better than I do you!" "And then we're friends again?" "Friends!" "Yes, friends. Don't you want to be friends with me, Little Billee?" "Apple Blossom, I want to be to you anything and everything that you will let me be."
He had not Patty's native ability to entertain, but he was honestly anxious that his guests should be pleased and he did all in his power to help along. Patty had coached him on many minor points, for Little Billee had been brought up in simple surroundings and unaccustomed to what he at first called Patty's frills and fal-lals.
He then extended his right arm, raising it until his hand was on a level with his shoulder, and holding the shell in his fingers, flat side to the front, shouted back "Now, Billee, shoot, and be hanged to yur!" The shell was slightly concave, the concavity turned to the front.
"And I thank you, lady, for those kind words! Now, you can look at the moon just a minute longer, and then you must fly, little bird, to your nest in the tree." "Yes, I must go. Tell me, Little Billee, where did you learn to dance so well?" "It's mostly my natural grace!
"But our country didn't pay that tribute long!" exclaimed Dick, remembering the brilliant exploits of Decatur against the corsains of Algiers, Tunis and Tripoli. "'Millions for defense, but not a cent for tribute'!" quoted Dick in a ringing voice. "That's what I say!" chimed in Nort. "Well, it is tribute, in a way," admitted Old Billee.
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