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Updated: June 21, 2025
The contents of that pocket she piled upon her seat; she raked the interior with her nails, then she looked at Robert Day with dilating eyes. "My gold dollar's gone!" said aunt Corinne. "That little old man with a bag on his back I just know he got into the barn and took it last night." "You put it in and took it out so many times yesterday," said Bobaday, "maybe it fell on the carriage floor."
Bobaday sat upon his log, hearing the rain slide down, and feeling exceedingly snug.
"Le's go back this way, so they won't catch her," cautioned Bobaday. The dog began to bark. Robert and Corinne moved away with the docile little child between them. At the barking of the dog one or two other figures appeared behind the tent. Fairy Carrie in her spangled dress was running between Robert and Corinne into the dark.
Irving's story of Dolph Heyleger, where Dolph approaches Antony Vander Heyden's camp. He saw the side of one wagon-cover dragged at and a little night-capped head stuck out. "Bobaday!" whispered aunt Corinne, creeping on tiptoe toward him, and anxious to keep him from exclaiming when he saw her. "What did you get up for?" he whispered back. "What did you get up for?" retaliated aunt Corinne.
Grandma Padgett felt anxious, and her anxiety increased as the dusk thickened. "There don't seem to be any taverns along this road," she said; "and I hate to ask at any farmer's for accommodations over night. We don't know the neighborhood, and a body hates to be a bother." "Let's camp out," volunteered Bobaday.
Grandma Padgett and aunt Corinne, somewhat reluctantly followed by Zene, were going to the Methodist church. Already its bell was filling the air. But Robert hung back and asked if he might not go to Quaker meeting. "Thee couldn't sit and meditate," said William Sebastian. Bobaday assured William Sebastian he could sit very still, and he always meditated.
But on that June morning it looked very pleasant, and the locust-trees in front of it made the air heavy with perfume. There is no flower like the locust for feeding honey to the sense of smell. Half the bees from William Sebastian's hives were buzzing overhead, when Bobaday and aunt Corinne sat down by Zene on the log steps to unload their troubles. All three were in their Sunday clothes.
Then she dressed the silly pedler's ankle, and put an abundant supper on the fire to cook in his various kettles; the pedler smiling with pure joy all the time to find himself the centre of such a family party. Bobaday and Corinne came up, and stood leaning against the ends of the mantel.
So she gathered sweetbrier, and a leaf of sage and two or three pinks. "O Bobaday," said aunt Corinne this name being a childish corruption of Robert Day: for aunt Corinne two years younger than her nephew, and had talked baby talk when he prided himself on distinct English "you s'pose brother Tip's got a garden like this at the new place? Oh, the pretty little primroses!
After you have given over expecting a robber, and even feel that you can do without him, to find him stealing up in the night when you are camped in a lonely place and not near enough either tent or wagon to wake the other sleepers for reinforcements, is trying to the nerves. Bobaday sat up in the carriage, bracing his courage for the emergency.
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