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"Bob was told he had two aunts," she cried excitedly. "They're still living, aren't they, Grandma Watterby? Do they live near here?" "I dunno whether they're living or not," said the old woman cautiously. "Seems like I would 'a' heard if they had died, but mebbe not. I don't go out much any more, and Emma's no hand for news. Mebbe they died.
"Well, anyway," said Betty soothingly, as they walked on toward the Watterby farm, "when we ride Clover and Reuben up to the fields we won't have to worry about how to make them go." "No, that's so," agreed Bob. "But, Betty, I hate to think of giving up Reuben. He isn't much to look at, but he has been a mighty good horse." "I'd feel worse," declared Betty, "if we had to sell them to strangers.
They've lived on this farm for sixty years, your uncle said. At least Grandma Watterby has. And I don't believe they've done one thing to it, that could be called an improvement." "Here's the Indian," whispered Betty. "Make him talk, Bob. I like to hear him."
"Won't listen till you've had your supper," said Bob firmly, marching her out to the dining-room table, as Grandma Watterby rang the bell. "You eat first, then you can talk." Betty could hardly touch her food for excitement, but she did not want the Prices to hear what she had to tell Bob, so she made a pretense of eating.
I wonder if it will be fried in oil?" "Emma uses lard," said Grandma Watterby placidly. Mr. Gordon stayed over night, but was off early in the morning. Bob and Betty watched his rickety car out of sight, and then, determined to keep busy and happy, set out to explore the Watterby farm.
Gordon at the Watterby farm, and Doctor Morrison, who of course knew of the fire, nodded understandingly. Then he bade them good-night, promising to make them his first call in the morning. "I'll go out and bed down the horses and feed the stock," said Bob, after the light of the doctor's car had disappeared down the road. "Do go to bed, Betty; you're all tuckered out."
Then she took up the sewing of strips already braided. "We were talking to the Indian this morning," said Betty idly. "He told us a lot about Indians how wherever they have been oil has been discovered. Does he really know?" "Ki has been to Government school, and knows a heap," nodded Grandma Watterby. "What he tells you's likely to be so.
"I shall have no time to look after her, and she can't roam the country wild. Grandma Watterby is too old to go round with her, and the daughter-in-law has her hands full. I'd like nothing better, Bob, than to take you with me to-morrow, and you'd learn a lot of value to you, too, on a trip of this kind. But I honestly want you to stay with Betty; a brother is a necessity now if ever one was."
"I overheard some chaps on the train talking about the Saunders place, and Betty and I decided that that must be the homestead farm. They may not live there now, but surely whoever does, could give me a clue. Do you know of a place so called around here? Or would Mr. Watterby?" "I don't know where the Saunders place is," replied Grandma Watterby, genuinely troubled.
In addition there were two boarders, a man and his wife who had come West for the latter's health and who, for the sake of the glorious air, put up with many minor inconveniences. They were very homesick for the East, and asked Bob and Betty many questions. Mrs. Watterby carries in every bit that's used for drinking and washing.
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