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I thought you'd like me better if I had teeth, and now I s'pose you can't ever look at me without laughin'." Miss Eyester flipped a bit of plaster from his shirtsleeve with her thumb and finger. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt your feelings, ever." "Never?" "Never." "Then don't you go ridin' again with that old gummer." "Do you care, really?" shyly. "I'll tell the world I do!"
The silence that followed while breakfast was being placed upon the table was broken by Miss Eyester, who said timidly: "In the night I thought I heard something sniffing, and it frightened me." Not to be outdone in sensational experiences, Mrs. Stott averred positively: "There was some wild animal running over our tent. I could hear its sharp claws sticking into the canvas. A coyote, I fancy."
You couldn't make him 'ill' with a club with nails in it that feller." "Oh, how dread-ful!" Aunt Lizzie clasped her hands, and looked at the brutal cook reprovingly. "Perhaps one of us had better awaken him," Miss Eyester suggested. "He should eat something." "Hor! Hor! Hor!" Mr. Hicks laughed raucously. "Maybe he don't feel like eating. Let him alone and he'll come out of it."
"Pretty good," replied Miss Eyester, candidly. It had been put to a vote as to whether the party should make the trip through the Yellowstone Park by motor, stopping at the hotels, or on horseback with a camping outfit. Mr. Stott, after the persuasive manner in which he addressed a jury, argued: "We can ride in automobiles at home. That is no novelty.
Miss Eyester resented the aspersion the meaning of which was now plain to everybody, and said with dignity, rising: "If no one else will call him, I shall." "Rum has been the curse of the nation," observed Mr. Budlong to whom even a thimbleful gave a headache. "I wish I had a barrel of it," growled old Mr. Penrose. "When I get home I'm going to get me a worm and make moonshine."
The culprits mumbled that they "were sorry," to which Mr. Penrose replied disagreeably that that did not keep him from "coughing his head off!" Looking sympathetically at Pinkey, Miss Eyester, for the purpose of diverting the irascible old gentleman's attention from the subject, asked when she might take her first riding lesson. Pinkey said promptly: "This mornin' they's nothin' to hinder."
Cone, whose sporting blood was up. "There's nothin' here that won't grow again. Ride him!" Everybody was trembling, and when Miss Eyester looked at her lips they were white as alabaster, but she meant to see the riding, if she had one of her sinking spells immediately it was over. When Pinkey swung into the saddle, the horse turned its head around slowly and looked at the leg that gripped him.
"You are sure he's not ill?" inquired Miss Eyester. She had not enjoyed her revenge upon Pinkey, for going away without telling her, as much as she had anticipated; besides, the eagle's nest turned out to be a crows' nest with no birds in it, and that was disappointing. Mr. Hicks, who frequently joined in the conversation when anything interested him, snorted from the kitchen doorway: "Ill?
Miss Eyester looked downcast because he had failed to tell her of his intention, while Mrs. Stott declared that it was very inconsiderate for him to go without mentioning it, since he had promised to match embroidery cotton for her and she could not go on with her dresser-scarf until she had some apple-green to put the leaves in with. The morning passed without incident, except that Mr.
"I hope the horses are perfectly safe, because my heart isn't good, and when I'm frightened it goes bad and my lips get just as b-l-u-e!" "They look all right now," said Pinkey, after giving them his careful attention. Miss Eyester observed wistfully: "I hope I will get well and strong out here."
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