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I git rabbits." "Now, mebby you got time to tell us something about Aunt Jane and Uncle Frank and Dorry," suggested Cheyenne. "Why, they're all right," said the boy. "Why didn't you stop by to our place instead of bushin' way up here?" Cheyenne hesitated. "I reckon I'll be comin' over," he said finally. Bartley put the Luger away. The boy turned to his father.
She liked to be at the head of the Burnet house and rule with a rod of iron, and make Dorry mind his p's and q's; it was much better fun than marrying any one, and there she was determined to stay, whatever they might say or do. So matters stood at the present time, and though Clover and Elsie still cherished little private plans of their own, nothing, so far, seemed likely to come of them.
She put on no airs over the preference shown her, and was altogether so kind and friendly and sweet that no one could quarrel with her even in thought, and Johnnie herself had to forgive her, and be contented with a little whispered grumble to Dorry now and then over the inconvenience of possessing "people-in-law."
Aunt Jane, who was busy cooking, it seemed that Aunt Jane was always busy cooking something or other, when she wasn't dressmaking or mending clothing or ironing, greeted them warmly. Frank was working down at the lower end. Dorry had gone to San Andreas. She would be back 'most any time, now. And weren't they hungry? They were. And there was fresh milk and pie. But they put up the horses first.
His strong, well-knit figure showed to advantage in the rough climbing-suit which he wore; his eyes sparkled and beamed as he looked at Imogen. "May I talk with Lionel about it?" he asked, persuasively. "He represents your father over here, you know." "Yes, I suppose so." She blushed a little, but looked frankly up at Dorry.
Seccomb's cow? and Miss Jane never noticed it, but marked her 'perfect' all the same. Wasn't it funny? "But I must tell you about our journey back. Mr. Clarence rode down in the carriage to the depot. He gave me a real pretty india-rubber and gold pencil for a good-by present. I think you and Dorry would like Clarence, only just at first you might say he was rather rude and cross.
Dorry, pick your hat off the floor and hang it on the nail! Not that nail the third nail from the corner!" These were the kind of things Aunt Izzie was saying all day long. The children minded her pretty well, but they didn't exactly love her, I fear. They called her "Aunt Izzie" always, never "Aunty." Boys and girls will know what that meant.
"Besides," she argued, "there's all your life before you in which to dig away at dynamos and things, and you may never be in Colorado again. You wouldn't have the heart to disappoint Clover and Elsie and hurry back, when there's no real necessity. They are so pleased to have a visit from you." "Oh, I'll stay! I'll certainly stay," said Dorry.
Aunt Izzie, who was in a great excitement, gave the children many orders about their behavior. They were to do this and that, and not to do the other. Dorry, at last, announced that he wished Cousin Helen would just stay at home. Clover and Elsie, who had been thinking pretty much the same thing in private, were glad to hear that she was on her way to a Water Cure, and would stay only four days.
What can they find to say to each other do you suppose?" If Dorry had not been Dorry, besides being her brother, she would probably have arrived at a conclusion about the matter much sooner than she did.
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