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Wanaha gave a triumphant glance into Rosebud's laughing face and went to a cupboard, also made of packing cases, and brought forth a pair of moose-hide moccasins, perfectly beaded and trimmed with black fox fur. She had made them with her own hands for her little friend, a labor of love into which she had put the most exquisite work of which she was capable. Rosebud's delight was unfeigned.
Well, as I was sayin', I ran down to Folkestone to the school where she is, and as we were partin' she made me promise when I got to Hong-Kong to run up the river to see an old schoolmate o' hers that had gone out there with her father. I was to give Clara Rosebud's dear love, and her photograph, and get hers in exchange.
"But we couldn't do without you." Seth shook his head. As she beheld the movement, Rosebud's lips quivered, and a little impatient frown drew her brows together. She felt like shaking him for his stupidity. "Well, I'm just going to do it, Seth. And and I'm sorry I said anything to you about it. I shall buy it for Rube without telling him. And you'll help me?" "Sure." "Quite sure?"
What do you suppose she replied?" "Can't guess." "Oh, I'll get home all right. Mr. Seth 'll see to that." But Seth was impervious to the compliment. The girl smilingly watched his sombre face out of the corners of her eyes. There was no responsive smile. "It's jest them things make it hard," he said, with something very like a sigh. Rosebud's face had become serious.
For Rosebud's and our amusement, the gendarme now set a musical-box a-going; and as it played a pasteboard figure of a dentist began to pull the tooth of a pasteboard patient, lifting the wretched simulacrum entirely from the ground, and keeping him in this horrible torture for half an hour.
The old woman shook her head doubtfully, and Rosebud's troubled eyes followed him as he moved away. She had scarcely spoken since they returned to the house. Her brain was still in a whirl and she was conscious of a weak, but almost overpowering, inclination to tears. The one thing that stood out above all else in her thoughts was Seth's wound. No one had questioned her; no one had blamed her.
Then he turned away to glance at the lurid reflection in the sky. Presently his eyes came back to her face. "It's them," he said, indicating the reflected fires. "And what are they?" Rosebud's voice was quietly commanding. The irresponsible girl had gone from the woman talking now. "Sun-dances. They're doin' it at night to cover their tracks. The Injuns are gettin' wise." "You mean?"
His temper suddenly soured with Rosebud's going, and the loyal wife suffered in consequence. Yet she failed to appreciate the significance of the change. There was no suspicion in her mind of the manner in which she had foiled his plans, or even of the nature of them.
"I kind o' figgered suthin' o' that natur'. You'd best tell her." Rube rested the ends of his knife and fork on the extremities of his plate and took a noisy draught from his huge mug of tea. A quiet smile lurked in the old woman's eyes. "Rosebud's mighty impulsive," she observed slowly. "Ef you mean she kind o' jumps at things, I take it that's how."
Suddenly Rosebud's face cleared. "That's it, Seth. I put it in there. In with the dinner. Oh, and, Seth, I got Ma to let me bring my dinner out, so we can have a picnic, you and I, and General." Seth was bending over the box. "Then I guess your dinner's kind o' spoiled too," he said. "Oh, that doesn't matter so long as yours isn't. You see it's my own fault, and serves me right.
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