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Updated: May 12, 2025
"Go on, den, an' find de Willer-de-Wispies. De chile's done been honin' 'bout 'em in his sleep. An' mind, don' let 'im git nigh no pisen-ivy! An' Zack," she called, as they were riding away with Mesmie now up behind Bip, "git 'im back heah by twelve!"
I'd like to see you find any pony stock better'n that!" Uncle Zack appeared to ponder over this. As a matter of fact, he had once told Bip this same thing in these very words. Now he temporized by squinting up at the sun. "An' what's more," the little fellow hotly declared, "they're both registered way back to the war an' lots before that!
As the disputants neared the gate both men looked up with understanding smiles. Then presently the rickety buggy creaked into view, with Aunt Timmie giving angry tugs at the reins but in no wise stimulating her old mule. On his pony, Bip rode.
"I am experiencing queer things tonight," his voice trembled. "May I come tomorrow and apologize properly?" "Apologies are futile; besides, I am going to church with Bip." "Then the next Sunday!" he entreated. "I know you've a lot to forgive but I'm so terribly sorry! It hasn't murdered our friendship, has it, Jane?" "I I don't know. I'm tired tonight, and maybe can't see things as I should."
Timmie and the little boy had stopped to say good-bye, and she called his name; even emboldened by his silence to murmur: "Don' you know you'se gwine pop yoh brains a-wu'kin' 'em so hard?" Bip, who regarded Dale with mysterious interest, made farther advances. He went up close, and looked wonderingly into his face; but at last both he and the old woman left unseen and unheard.
"I think that will be enough for one day," she laughed. "They're the principal ones whom not who ought to go, you understand, but whom I want to go." "But Bip is too young," he protested. "'Suffer the little children " she said prettily. "He'll go to sleep!" "Then you may hold him." "Maybe he'll snore!" "Then you have my permission to choke him," she laughed.
"You'd moved your Queen to her Bishop's second, hadn't you? Ah, yes! Then my Bishop takes your Bishop's pawn, and checks. Now, sir, watch out! I'm coming after you in good earnest!" As it happened no one intruded upon the drive to church. When four o'clock came around Bip had taken Mac down on the creek with Bob and Mesmie, to hunt under the stones for crawfish.
Zack, as he walked slowly away, also sighed, but it held a curious mixture of perplexity and anticipation: perplexity, because Brent had scarcely drunk a third of his julep, and anticipation for an obvious reason. "All the same," the engineer announced when they were alone, "Bip is too young!" "Of course, he's too young," the Colonel heartily agreed.
Then she told him the Colonel had been there, that Miss Liz had been there, that Nancy had been there; that they had stayed awhile, that they had left; she asked about Dale without giving him a chance to answer; she told him something bright Bip had said, something sagacious Mac had done and all the while the carriage was coming nearer!
It was a curious sight when the noisy little machine dashed between the old classic gate posts, beneath the low swinging wild-grape vines, and around the silent tanbark circle to the Colonel's secluded home. It was the only thing, indeed, which had been able to check the sobs of Bip for his injured playmate.
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