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The small boy gazed at it thoughtfully. "He hadn't ought to have hurted you," he said solemnly. "He were a bad brownie, I guess so I'll go back to Nannie now." "Where is Nannie?" Phyllis inquired, looking in vain for a nurse. The park, as far as she could see, was deserted. "It doesn't matter," he said quite calmly. "I just remembered I'm losted."
"We can't leave her here," added Mollie, and at the word "leave" the child broke into a fresh burst of tears. "I'se losted!" she sobbed. "I don't got no home! I tan't find muvver! Don't go 'way!" "Bless your heart, we won't," consoled Betty, still smoothing the tousled hair. "We'll take you home. Which way do you live?"
A little tug at his leg interrupts his train of thought, and he becomes aware that the child is standing at his side, his first impulse is to push her away roughly, but the little thing is looking up at him so gravely. 'Mummy says, she begins, 'that she doesn't know who I is, I'se Baby, and got losted years ago, but Mummy loves me. Paul returns quickly, 'Is this true? he asks.
"She's Brida's kitty, and we were going to give Miss Lucy a birthday surprise." A faint smile flickered on the young woman's face. The she made a grab at the now frightened kitten; but the little creature slipped from her hand, and jumping to the floor dared towards the hall. "Oh, me dirlin' kitty!" wailed Brida. "She'll be losted! Oh, Polly, ketch her!"
It thus remarked with much excitement: "I was losted, I was, papa, behind a big tree, an' I was a kyin' dreffully when the lady finded me, I was." "Lost? Good gracious!" cried Mrs. Raymond, snatching the child in a hurry, and forgetting all introductions. "Why, I told the girls not to lose sight of you, Pansy."
"If we holler real loud they may hear us, and come and get us in another boat. If we hadn't lost the oars, Bunny, we could row back." "Yes, but the oars are lost. I guess we'll just have to stay here, Sue. We're losted again. But I'm not afraid. It's nice here, and if we get hungry I can catch a fish. I have my pole, and there's a worm on my hook yet." "Is he a squiggily worm?" Sue wanted to know.
An' one got shot, an' one got drowned, An' th' last un got losted an' never was found "Ain't hit funny, son," said he, turning to Banion with cup uplifted, "how stiff likker allus makes me remember what I done fergot? Now Kit told me, that at Laramie "
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