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"Don, Don, me's tumin'," and the baby of the farm, a little child with sunny curls and laughing eyes, ran past the great barns of Hollywood. John Randolph was swinging along the green road with a bridle over his arm, whistling softly. He turned as the childish voice was borne to him on the breeze. "All right, Nansie, wait for me at the gate."
His business was imperative. He dared not leave the child until he came back. Crouching upon the saddle, he clasped one arm about her while he twisted his other hand firmly in and out of the horse's mane. "Are you afraid, Nansie?" She twined her arms more tightly about his neck until the sunny curls brushed his cheek. "Me'll do anywhere, wiv 'oo, Don."
I believe I should call you Nannie or Nansie. And Mr. Morris would call you Nan at once. I never knew such a man for short names. We've always called our Elizabeth Bess, and half the time her father calls her Bet, to save one letter." The little girl laughed. The economy of the thing seemed funny. "What does your father call you?" "'Little girl, most always.
"And who is Don?" asked Evadne. "Don's my bootiful man. Me's doin' to marry Don when me gets big. Oh, dere he is!" and breaking from Evadne, she rolled herself between the bars of the gate and ran at the top of her speed towards John Randolph, who just then appeared around a bend in the road, one arm thrown lightly over the neck of the horse he had been training. "Halloo, Nansie!"
Your father sold him this afternoon." "My nice Nepshun!" The child's lip quivered, but something in the suffering face above her made her say quickly, "Me'll be dood, Don, an' when oo turn back, me'll be waitin' at de gate." She patted his cheek confidingly. "Nice Don! Nan loves oo, dear, an' Desus. Nan loves Desus 'cause oo do, Don." John's voice choked. "Keep on loving, Nansie." "Yes, me will.
She held out her little arms from which the loose sleeves had fallen back. John lifted her up, for the last time. He laid his strong, set face against the rosy cheek, and looked into the laughing eyes which the sand man had already sprinkled with his magic powder. "Nansie, baby, I have come to say good-bye." "Not dood-bye, Don, oo always say dood-night."
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