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Ther' should be a trust to see after him. An' after it's got his kids fixed right " Sunny broke off as the tall figure of Wild Bill threw its shadow across the window of the store. The next moment the man himself entered the room. He nodded silently, and was about to fling himself into one of the chairs, when Toby, in jocular anticipation, threw Sunny's proposition at him.
"Pick one up you won't hurt it see, like this." He lifted one of the baby rabbits and placed it in Sunny's hands. It wriggled uneasily, and he let it fall back into the nest. Mr. Hatch and Grandpa laughed. "We'll leave them right here," declared Mr. Hatch kindly. "I'll mow around the nest, but not very near, and I guess the mother rabbit will come back to-night. Funny creatures, aren't they?
"'Ess." "Wal," went on Scipio, taking advantage of the pause, "he was nigh drownded, an' he had to swim an' swim, an' then he built himself a ranch." "Barn," cried Sandy, unable to keep quiet any longer. "It was a barn to kep his stock in." "Ark," said Toby decidedly. "He built a Nore's Ark same as toys kiddies plays with." "But Bill said Sunny's yarn goes," protested the troubled Scipio.
The men helped themselves, and with a simultaneous "How!" gulped their drinks down thirstily. Minky re-corked the bottle and wiped a few drops of water from the counter. "So Zip's around," he said, as the glasses were returned to the counter. And instantly Sunny's face became unusually serious. "Say," he cried, with a hard look in his good-natured eyes. "D'you ever feel real mad about things?
"Mother," asked Sunny Boy that night, as he sat on the foot-board of the bed in his blue pajamas and watched her brush her hair. They were all tired after the excitement of the picnic and the finding of the bonds, and every one was going to bed at Sunny's bed time, even Grandpa. "Mother, will I take my sand-box to the seashore?" "Oh, no, precious," she assured him.
And in his trouble he found himself wishing he was gifted with Sunny's wit. Wild Bill's force would have carried him through, or even Sandy Joyce's overweening confidence would have kept his head above water. As it was he was stuck. Hopelessly, irretrievably at the end of his resources. He perspired in reality now, and let his knees drop out of his arms. This movement was his salvation.
And into the middle of it all came the clatter of Sunny's wooden shoes, as she ran across the courtyard, and up the steps, and into the palace; and down dropped the ladies in waiting in graceful groups, and down dropped the courtiers just anyhow; and all the soldiers fell down in neat little rows, and the Captain of the King's guard sat down and looked at them; and the head coachman shouted as he had wanted to shout at all his stable boys for the last sixteen years, and the stable boy waved his cap and cried "Hurrah!"
"All right, you shall bury it," said Grandpa soothingly. "I'll help you. Mother, you and Olive walk along slowly and we'll catch up to you." So Grandma and Sunny's mother walked ahead, and Grandpa began to help Sunny bury the baby robin.
"He never goes off the farm," answered Jimmie. "He'll follow us to the end of the lane and then go back. Hop in lively, now, for we're late as it is." Jimmie had harnessed Peter to a wagon that had only one high seat. In back of this were two cans of milk which Jimmie explained, in answer to Sunny's questions, would be made into butter at the creamery in Cloverways. "Is Araminta your sister?"
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