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Both Basil and gobbler soon disappeared to his view lost behind one of the timber islets. Lucien looked for Francois. The latter was nowhere to be seen having pursued his gobbler in a direction where the groves were more thickly studded over the prairie. Thinking it would be of no use to follow either of them, Lucien rode slowly back to where Jeanette had been left upon the edge of the forest.
The cougar, left to itself, soon ceased its struggles, and lay upon the ground, to all appearance, dead. But what of the other? As all three stood listening, the snorting and stamping of horses fell upon their ears, and above all was heard the squealing of the mule Jeanette! This lasted for a few minutes, and at length all was silent as before. "Poor Jeanette!" thought they.
His voice had been so low that Lewis had understood not a word. "I have brought you here," said Leighton again, and this time clearly, "to tell you about your mother." Lewis restrained himself from looking at his father's face. "Your mother's name," went on Leighton, "was Jeanette O'Reilly. She was a milk-maid.
But all these services must now be forgotten, when starvation was the alternative; and our adventurers began to talk seriously about which of these two faithful servants should be made the first victim. Neither was fat. Jeanette had never been so in all her life at least so long as her present owners had been acquainted with her and Marengo had grown gaunt and bony upon this lengthened expedition.
"Wait for us!" called a merry voice, and turning, they saw Nina and Jeanette running toward them. A third girl clasped their hands, and Dorothy knew that she must be their cousin, Lola Blessington. She was very pretty, and she seemed so friendly that Dorothy was really glad that she was to join the class, and Nancy was quite as pleased.
It could be combed and braided, or curled or fluffed without tangling, and Raggedy Ann was very proud when Jeanette came to live with the dolls. And you would have been angry, too, for something had happened to Jeanette. Something or someone had stolen into the nursery that night when the dolls were asleep and nibbled all the wax from Jeanette's beautiful face and now all her beauty was gone!
And Jeanette Barclay skipped away from the telephone and ran to her mother to say, "Mother, that was Neal Ward he wants to come out, and he was afraid you'd think it rude for him to ask that way, but you know he had a meeting to report and thought he couldn't come, and now they've postponed the meeting, and I told him to come right out wasn't that all right?"
But Jeanette knew nothing of it; and, having eaten well and drunk plentifully, she was as frisky as a kitten. A fire was kindled, and a fresh "marrow-bone" steamed and sputtered among the blazing branches of the sage. This was soon drawn forth again, cracked, and its rich contents rifled and eaten.
"But, father," she said as she put her hand on his arm, "what if I don't want them to stand around? Why should I have to bother about it?" "Oh," he groaned, "your grandmother has been filling you full of nonsense." He did not speak for a time, and at length she rose to go to bed. "Jeanette," he cried so suddenly that it startled her, "are you still moping after Neal Ward? Do you love him?
There is a silence, and then he risks it and the thing he has been trying to say comes out, "I wonder if you will do something for me, Jeanette?" "Oh, I don't know don't ask me anything hard not very hard, Neal!" The last word was all he cared for, and by what sleight of hand he slipped his fraternity pin from his vest into her hand, neither ever knew. "Will you?" he asks. "For me?"
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