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He dropped the reins to the horse's neck again, "Look here, Sammy, do you blame me because I did not fight that big bully?" Sammy did not reply. "What could I do? You know there is not another man in the mountains beside Young Matt who could have done it. Surely you cannot blame me." The young woman moved uneasily, "No, certainly not. I do not blame you in the least.
"Sammy Chirp called my attention to Gresham and Collaton talking together rather furtively down under the grandstand a few minutes ago," he said. "I have a curious impression that they mean harm to Gamble." "It was Gresham got the harm. Johnny just beat him to a fifteen-thousand-dollar profit." "So that was it," said Loring with a frown. "Tell him to watch out.
Sammy realized suddenly that the question was no longer whether Ollie would be ashamed of her. It was quite a different question, indeed. The day that Ollie was expected at the cabin on Dewey Bald, Mr. Lane was busy in the field.
Leading him into the room where his father lay, his mother said some comforting words and asked him to make her a promise. He flung himself into her arms, sobbing: "I will promise anything, if you won't make me go to school! Anything!" After a moment his mother said: "No, Sammy, you need not go to school any more. Only promise me to be a better boy. Promise not to break my heart!"
This question brought Ivy to her feet with a stare. "The little doctor she done say as how we-all loves best the baby-things what be right techersome. She be right, too, I reckon. Them babies o' mine what died, and po' lil' Sammy what ain't clear in his mind, is mighty nigh to me. I ain't never thought 'bout sich till she cum. She steps up to my cabin now an' again an' her and me talks.
You see, when he had been told that he was screaming in the night, Sammy had been afraid that he was doing it in his sleep; and if he was doing that, why, some dark night Hooty the Owl might hear him and find him, and that would be the end of him. Now he knew that he could go to sleep in peace, just as he always had.
Lipkind and her son sat down to a breakfast that was steamingly fit for those only who dwell in the headacheless kingdom of long, sleepful nights and fur-coatless tongues. "A few more fried potatoes with it, Sammy?" "Whoa! You want to feed me up for the fat boys' regiment!" Mrs. Lipkind glanced quickly away, her profile seeming to quiver. "Don't use that word, Sam even in fun it's a knife in me."
"They is a child there as is awful sick. They brung 'un over from Edward's Bay, this mornin', an' th' mother she be prayin' fer ye to come." "All right," he answered. "Sammy, bring my bag up with you and I'll hurry up at once."
"May I come again to-morrow afternoon, Sammy?" "Yes, you had better go now, and come back to-morrow." "And Sammy, won't you try to think that I am not altogether worthless, even if I am not big enough to fight Wash Gibbs? You are sure that you do not blame me for what happened at the mill?" "No," she said; "of course not. You could not help it.
"He! he! he!" laughed Jerry Muskrat and old Grandfather Frog and Sammy Jay and Jimmy Skunk and Reddy Fox and Blacky the Crow and Mr. Kingfisher, for you know Peter Rabbit was forever playing jokes on them. Poor Peter Rabbit!
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