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But Ward was anxious, and he stayed where he was by the corner of the stable and swore in violent undertones because he was condemned to look on while his Wilhemina took long chances on getting hurt. Not a move of hers escaped his fear-sharpened eyes, while she went carelessly close to Rattler, and then, with a quick flip, landed the loop neatly over his head.
"Are you through being pals, Wilhemina?" Ward broke rules and freed an arm, so that he could hold her closer. "No, I'm just beginning. Just beginning right. I'm your pal for keeps. But " "I love you for keeps, lady mine." Ward stifled another cough. "When are you going to marry me?" "Oh, when you get over the hookin'-cough, I s'pose."
"You know what inquisitiveness did to old lady Lot, don't you? However " He lifted her in his arms and set her down outside the door. "There, Wilhemina; trot along and see the nice young man." Billy Louise sat down on the wheelbarrow, remembered its latest service, and got up hastily. "I won't go a step," she asserted positively. Ward had not wanted her to go.
"How much sugar, patient?" Billy Louise turned toward him with the tomato-can sugar-bowl in her hands. "None. I want to taste the coffee, this trip." "Oh, all right! It's the worst thing you could think of, but that's the way with a patient. Patients always want what they mustn't have." "Sure get it, too." Ward spoke between long, satisfying gulps. "How's your other patient, Wilhemina?
Ward's smile dared her to persist in the accusation. "In that case I've no business to be fooling around here when there's work to be done. That Cove down there has roused a heap of brand-new wants in me, Wilhemina. Gotta have an orchard up on Mill Creek, lady-fair. Gotta have a flower garden and things that climb all over the house and smell nice.
And once we get away from that point, we can't go back to it again, ever. And I'm sure it's good enough to be worth while making it last as long as we can. So now " "It's going to be quite a contract, Wilhemina." Ward still looked at her with his heart in his eyes. "Oh, no, it won't!
And we can pan out happiness if we try little nuggets and sometimes just colors but it keeps us hoping and working." "Doctor of philosophy!" Ward kissed her hair. "You're a great little girl, all right. And I'm the buckaroo that has struck a mighty rich streak of pay dirt in life, Wilhemina. I'm panning out happiness millions to the pan right now."
Ward ran his fingers thoughtfully over his hairy cheeks. "I expect I do look like a prehistoric ancestor. I'll see what I can do about it. I set my own leg; I guess I can shave myself. You're a great doctor, Wilhemina. You knocked that cold up to a peak, all right. But I don't believe you'd better tackle barbering, my dear girl." Billy Louise pouted her lips at him.
It was while she was sitting in the one chair, padding the sticks crudely enough but effectively, that Ward, gazing at her with the light of love in his eyes, thought of something he had meant to tell her. "Oh, by the way, I've got something for you, Wilhemina," he said. "Put down that thing and come over here. I want to shave before I take a try at walking, anyway. See here, lady-mine.
Ward told himself that it was no wonder his Wilhemina acted strained and unnatural. He meant to work harder than ever and get his stake so that he could go and make her give him the right to take care of her. He began to figure the cost of commuting his homestead right away, so that he would not have to "hold it down" for another three years.
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