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So the girls danced and had a good time generally for an hour or more, with Mr. and Mrs. Littell looking on. Then Betty sank down on the arm of Mr. Littell's chair. "I've been thinking of something," she half whispered. "Do you like to play checkers? If you do, I know how." Maybe Mr. Littell understood that she was doing it largely to keep him company.
Nor marvayle you not though now a daies, they warre in the Winter, because the armies being without discipline, know not the hurt that it dooth them, in lodging not together, for that it is no griefe to them not to be able to keepe those orders, and to observe that discipline, which they have not: yet they oughte to see howe much harme, the Camping in the Winter hath caused, and to remember, how the Frenchmen in the yeare of oure Lorde God, a thousande five hundred and three, were broken at Gariliano of the Winter, and not of the Spaniardes: For as much as I have saide, he that assaulteth, hath more disadvauntage then he that defendeth: because the fowle weather hurteth him not a littell, being in the dominion of others and minding to make warre.
Tilly, she was kind o' scared an' trimbly, but she stuck to it like a major. Said afterwards she'd 'a' finished that solo if it was the last act she ever done." "Who's a-goin' to be Santy Claus?" asked Brother Littell, with cheerful irrevelance. "The committee thought that had better be kept a secret," replied Abel, with as much dignity as his four feet nine would admit of.
Betty Littell was a dumpling of a girl with curly hair, a snub nose and round face. She looked the picture of good-nature, and her plumpness suggested a fondness for sweets that subsequent acquaintance with her fully sustained. Betty Gordon had grown tall through the summer, and she was of a slender, wiry build that hinted of a fondness for outdoor life.
Gordon, thanking him warmly for his kindness to Betty, containing the assurance of the writer's lasting gratitude, and asking him if he and his wife would oversee her preparations for the journey, help her engage a berth, and start her on her way. A generous check was enclosed, and Mrs. Littell and the girls immediately set about helping Betty do the necessary shopping, while Mr.
"He left an address for mail, and there's a telegram which came after he left. It was sent from Halperin and was received at eleven-thirty this morning." "That's the one I sent!" answered Betty. "And Uncle Dick's gone to Oklahoma! What on earth shall I do?" "Do!" repeated Mr. and Mrs. Littell in concert. "Why, stay right here with us, of course!
Littell, and then, because it had begun to rain and did not promise pleasant weather for driving, they went to a moving picture show. "Had a full day?" asked Mr. Littell at dinner that night. "Libbie, what did you see?" Libbie's answer provoked a gust of laughter.
Not and have any room for the furniture. Norma, do go and see what you can see." Norma sped away, and returned as speedily, her eyes blazing. "What do you think?" she demanded furiously. "They've had some of 'em put in our room, three I counted, and two in the Bennett girls' room. They're as mad as hops!" "The Bennett girls are my friends," declared Bobby Littell sententiously.
"That's twice you've made a wrong play, Betty," observed Mr. Littell. "What lies heavy on your mind this evening?" Betty blushed, and attempted to put her mind more on the game. She was playing checkers with Mr. Littell, whose injured foot still kept him a prisoner most of the time, and she had played badly all the evening, she knew.
The fun they all had in Washington while Betty waited for the appearance of her real Uncle Dick, especially after Bob Henderson turned up and was likewise adopted for the time being by the Littell family, is detailed to the full in that second story. And at last both Betty and Bob got news from Oklahoma, where Mr.
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