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Updated: May 9, 2025
"What's in the bottle?" demanded Dorry, the minute he was fairly landed in the loft. "Don't be greedy," replied Katy, severely; "you will know when the time comes. It is something delicious, I can assure you.
''Pears lak he gettin' mo' res'less an' mis'ble, Miss Dorry. "'Cato, she 'low, 'I spec' ma' haid gwine ache if I lie hyah in dishyere baid mo'n two free day. Whar ma' milk an' co'n pone, Cato? "So I des sot de salver down side de baid, suh, an' li'l Miss Dorry she done set up in de baid, suh, an' hole out one li'l bare arm "
In a retired place like the High Valley intimacies flourish with wonderful facility and quickness. A month in such a place counts for more than half a year amid the confusions and interruptions of the city. Dorry had been struck by Imogen that first evening. He had never got on very well with girls, or known much about them; there was a delightful novelty in his present sensations.
"Den Miss Dorry look kinder queer, and rub de ghos'-ring on de bridal-finger. "'What dat? she 'low. "'Dasser ghos'-ring, honey. "Den she rub an' rub, but, bless yo' heart, Mars' George! she dess natch'ly gwine wear dat pink ghos'-ring twill yo' slip de bride-ring on.... Mars' George! Honey! What de matter, chile?... Is you a-weepin', Mars' George?" "Oh, Cato, Cato!"
'Yes, that's because Rose would tear along the road to get here in time, after we had left those tiresome Copping people, where she had to make a call. "What a slow little beast your pony is, Dorry!" she said that at least twenty times. 'Oh, you naughty puss! cried Rose. 'Wasn't it, "Rosey, Rosey, I'm sure we shall be too late, and shan't see a thing: do come along as hard as you can"?
Papa once undertook to keep a list of them, but the number grew so great that he gave it up in despair. First on the list was a small Irish child, named Marianne O'Riley. Marianne lived in a street which Katy passed on her way to school. It was not Mrs. Knight's, but an ABC school, to which Dorry and John now went.
Carrots for hunter's stew were carried by the Elks because red was their patrol color. A can of lard dangled from the end of Dorry Benton's scout staff. Beans were the especial charge of Warde Hollister because he had come from Boston.
"It was extremely careless of you to put it in such a dangerous place," said her aunt. "You might have known that the glass would swing and knock it off." Then, seeing a big tear fall in the middle of Katy's plate, she added: "Really, Katy, you're too big to behave like a baby. Why Dorry would be ashamed to do so. Pray control yourself!" This snub did not improve Katy's temper.
"Yes, I know, but I prefer Theodore. Dorry seems a childish sort of name for a grown man. Do you mean to say that you are coming out to the Valley to live?" "Yes, by-and-by, and you will come to Burnet; we shall just change places. Isn't it nice and queer?" "It is a sort of double-barrelled International Alliance," declared Lionel. "Now let us go down and astonish the others."
"It is quite true, what she says. I feel like a different man already," added Dorry. "Clover, you look a little pulled down yourself. Was it nursing Miss What's-her-name?" "I'm all right. Another day or two will quite rest me. I came home only day before yesterday, you see. How delicious it is to have you both here!
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