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And a quite nice-looking young man fell over her and lay stunned for several seconds. We rushed round the arena, expecting to see them both carried out, but Tish was uninjured, and came skating toward us with her hands in her pockets. It was the young man who had to be assisted out.
The man who was providing our horses and outfit, however, understood, and in a short time returned with another man. "I've got a good one for you now, Miss Carberry," he said. "Safe and perfectly gentle, and as mild as milk. Only has one fault, and maybe you won't mind that. He smokes considerably." "I don't object, as long as it's in the open air," Tish said. So that was arranged.
As the figure paused before the door, Miss Tish gasped, and cast a quick restraining glance around the classroom. But it was too late; a dozen pairs of blue, black, round, inquiring, or mischievous eyes were already dancing and gloating over the bizarre stranger through the window. "A cirkiss or nigger minstrels sure as you're born!" said Mary Frost, aged nine, in a fierce whisper.
I tried to tell her that she was wrong about the skirts. Miss MacGillicuddy, our missionary in India, had certainly said that the women in harems wore bloomers. But Tish left the room abruptly, returning shortly after with a volume of the encyclopaedia, and looked up the Rocky Mountains.
Tish called back something about the beauties of nature and riding over a carpet of flowers, but my horse was fording a small stream at the time and I was too occupied to reply. The path or trail, which is what Bill called it grew more steep, and I let go of the lines and held to the horn of my saddle. The horses were climbing like goats. "Tish," Aggie called desperately, "I can't stand this.
That was Charlie Sands's way of talking. He does not mean to be rude, and he is really a young man of splendid character. But, as Tish says, contact with the world, although it has not spoiled him, has roughened his speech. "You see," he explained, "there are places out there where the horses have to climb like goats. It's only fair to them to distribute your weight equally.
Tish turned the shotgun on it and it disappeared; but the next morning she found she had shot one of her shoes to pieces. It was the day Tish began her diary that we discovered the red-haired man's signal. Tish was compelled to remain at home most of the day, breaking in another pair of shoes, and she amused herself by watching the river and writing down interesting things.
It was here, I think, that Charlie Sands gave a low moan and collapsed on the sofa. "Certainly!" he said in a stifled voice. "I believe in being thorough. And, of course, a few canoes more or less do not matter." "Later," Tish said, "I knew I'd been thoughtless about the canoes; but, of course, it was too late then." "And when was it that you assaulted the detective?" "He fired first," said Tish.
"The papers say the whole country is full of spies, blowing up bridges and railroads." "We can still go to the seashore," I said. "The bead things will do for the missionary box to Africa." "Seashore nothing!" Tish retorted. "We're going, of course, just as we planned. We'll keep our eyes open; that's all. I'm not for one side or the other, but a spy's a spy."
Said he, "If the Tish cannot learn the use of wings, you may still be his companion, Zee, for you can suspend your own." I had for some time observed in my host's highly informed and powerfully proportioned daughter that kindly and protective sentiment which, whether above the earth or below it, an all-wise Providence has bestowed upon the feminine division of the human race.
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