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Afterward Bert learned that the foreman had loaned his horse to another cowboy, who had ridden on it to a distant part of the ranch. And none of the cowboys was near by when the pony ran away. "Oh, Bert! what will happen?" asked Nan, still holding Flossie and Freddie to keep them from falling out of the swaying cart. "What are we going to do?" "I'm going to try to stop this pony!" answered Bert.
"White linen you ought to get anywhere; but lavender you might try at Artwell & Chatford's. We'll go past Benson's, but it's no use looking there any more. Everybody's expecting poor Hugh to fail any day." "Oh, I'm sorry," said Roberta warmly. "I always liked Hugh Benson. Mr. Westcott told me some time ago that he was afraid Hugh wasn't succeeding."
"Boys," ejaculated the last-mentioned personage, with an oath, "I left off being a Massachusetts man twelve years ago. I'm with you, and you know it. Let's drink. Boys, here's to spunky little South Carolina; may she go in and win! Stranger, what'll you drink?" "I will not drink," replied a clear, manly voice, which had been silent till then.
"It's quite large enough, I'm sure, to protect us," said Miss Rhys, hanging tightly to her with trembling fingers. "Dear me! any minute may be our last." "Well, I'm not going to be smothered to death," declared Alexia, struggling to work her way past her aunt. "Alexia!" exclaimed her aunt. "I'm going after Polly." Alexia out in the middle of the room flung her arm around Polly.
"Old settler, you're buying Panchito and you're paying a heavier price than you realize, only, like the overcoat in the traveling salesman's expense account, the item isn't apparent. I'm going to sell you a dam, the entire Agua Caliente Basin and watershed riparian rights, a site for a power station and a right of way for power transmission lines over my ranch.
"Would you like to have her visit you until I come back? I'm not going to take her with us. She wouldn't be any trouble. She's used to visiting. All you have to do is to let her have a chair or a table to sit on." She offered the cage generously. The old lady seemed to hesitate. She looked like Gladys' grandmother, only not so comfortable, Mary Rose thought. At last she held out her hand.
"I'm glad of that; I wanted you to feel so, my Bella. I'll accept your happy prophecy, and hope I may get well soon, very soon." So cheerfully she spoke, so tranquilly she smiled, that all rejoiced over her believing, with love's blindness, that she might yet conquer her malady in spite of their forebodings.
And Rusty Wren couldn't help feeling a bit worried. "Never mind what that rowdy says!" little Mr. Chippy advised Rusty Wren after the quarrelsome Reddy Woodpecker had gone away. "I'm glad you told me about those strange tracks. I live near-by, in the wild grapevine on the stone wall; and I shall watch for more tracks and those that make them, too."
"Yes, my wife.... I want you back and I'm going to have you back. ... With the bringing up you've had, you're not going to let this CONVENTION this word marriage hold you.... You're coming with me." The thing was possible. She saw the possibility of it, the danger that she might yield. The man's power drew her.
There's never been a time, and there ain't one now, when I'm beat out and my bones are hangin' stiff in me and I get that way sometimes even now that I don't go to John and say, 'John, dear, get yer arms around me and hold me tight, I'm that tired, and down goes everything, and he's got my head on his shoulder and pattin' my cheeks, and up I get all made over new, and him too.
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