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"She's all right," broke in Tommy Tucker, having dismounted and looking over the brink of the bank. "She's trying to be funny. Her neck isn't broken." "I declare, Tommy!" cried Louise Littell admonishingly, "you sound as though you rather thought her poor little neck ought to be dislocated." "Cheese!" gasped Teddy, Tommy's twin. "You got that word out of a book, Louise you know you did."
Gordon, when consulted, promised to "think it over," and as Betty knew that none of his plans for the next few weeks were definitely settled and that the Littell girls would not go off to school before the middle of October, she was content to wait. "Your education and Bob's are matters for serious thought," he told them more than once.
Don't you say it would be better to take the girls to that deserted cabin we found the other day and leave them there while we explore a bit? They're getting soaked through, and Libbie Littell is fixing to have hysterics. Leave a couple of the boys with 'em, so they won't be afraid, and then we'll locate the right trail and take 'em over it home in a hurry."
So Bob and Betty put the school question aside for serious discussion, and proceeded to enjoy the days that followed. If any one is interested to know whether Betty did go to boarding school with the Littell girls and how Bob went about getting the education so long unfairly denied him, the answer may be found in the next volume of this series. Mr.
Betty's adventures in Washington began with a most astonishing confusion of identities through which she met the Littells a charming family consisting of a Mr. Littell, who was likewise an "Uncle Dick"; a motherly Mrs.
Littell lifted her in strong arms, put her gently down on the bed, and Libbie rolled up like a little kitten, tucked one hand under her cheek and continued to sleep. "Now go to bed, children, do," commanded Mrs. Littell. "Bob, I'm so thankful you saw that child she might have wandered off or caught a severe cold. As it is, I don't believe she has been out very long. What's the matter, Esther?"
I took up the new Littell and made believe read it, and finally threw it at Kate; you would have thought we were two children. "Have you heard that my grand-aunt, Miss Katharine Brandon of Deephaven, is dead?" I knew that she had died in November, at least six months before. "Don't be nonsensical, Kate!" said I. "What is it you are going to tell me?"
Woods masked every topographical contour of the surrounding country. Such woods as Betty Gordon and her friends had never seen before. "Virginia forests are not like this," confessed Louise Littell. "The pines are never so tall and there is not so much hardwood. Dear me! see that dead pine across the lake. It almost seems to touch the sky, it is so tall."
The twins uttered a concerted shout and almost rolled out of their saddles into which they had again mounted after assisting the girls, Betty being astride Bob's horse. "Speckled like a zebra is good!" Bobby Littell said laughingly to her plump cousin. "I suppose you think a barber's pole is speckled, Libbie?"
Long after the other girls were asleep Betty lay awake, thinking over the happenings of the day. Finally she worked around to the suggested change in names. "They must expect me to stay if they plan to avoid confusion of names," she thought. "I must talk to Mr. Littell in the morning and ask him if it's really all right.
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