Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 14, 2025
"Wake up, Fanny," said she "wake up." "Oh! Mrs. Wycoff, don't whip me," mourned Fanny piteously, as she opened her eyes, "I didn't mean to go to sleep, but I was so tired." "Don't you know no better than to treat a little motherless thing in that are way?" said Daddy coming indignantly forward.
Fanny put on your hood, and that old cloak that was your mother's. Mr. Wycoff has given you to this lady, and she's in a hurry. Now be quick." Fanny's little white tear stained face fairly shone with delight, as she followed her new found friend to the sleigh.
That man Wycoff has been quite an annoyance to me of late.
"Laws, Fanny, I ken think of them ere things myself. All the help I want is a leetle mite from you about the spellin. "Wycoff now appeared looking very grave and reported Hank, "stone dead." Spring opened slowly.
Further to gratify the giver, she took her first ride under his immediate supervision; and, at his request, she had followed the road by the brewery, making a circle of about a quarter of a mile. "Now that's what I call neatly done," said Wycoff, as Little Wolf drew up, and leaped from the saddle. "You are the first lady that ever backed Black Hawk," he said, patting the animal's neck.
He was a most magnificent animal; coal black, his silken coat, now curried with special care, shone resplendent in the noon-day sun. As Wycoff rode off, Hank muttered to himself, "She shall never ride that horse." Half an hour later, Hank had the mortification of beholding Little Wolf flying past his door seated, like a little queen, upon Black Hawk's back.
"That wouldn't make any difference, Phillip, you can't convince some people. We may as well not write until Fanny is really taken sick. I wonder if she had ever had the measles: Neighbor Wycoff is awful sick with them." "'Tween you and me, I guess we had better write," persists Daddy, struck with a new terror. There is a sudden hush, and Fanny trips in bright as a May morning.
Wycoff!" she exclaimed suddenly, as the rough farmer was seen coming up the hill. Fanny trembled violently, for she feared this man. But Little Wolf, constitutionally brave, in her present state of mind feared nothing, composedly seated herself again upon the rock. The farmer advanced slowly, and recognized Little Wolf with a bow, and reassured Fanny with a cordial "How are you, Fanny?"
"Oh! that's it, eh?" said Wycoff. "A knowing critter, that. He's got the instincts of a woman, and I ain't sure but he knows as much as a man. Well, I hope Hank is dead, anyhow." "Oh, don't say so, Mr. Wycoff," said Little Wolf, every particle of color forsaking her face. "Well, now if I ain't beat," said the rough man, "I thought you would be tickled to dance on Hank's grave."
"O, I cannot agree to that," said Wycoff, "but I shall do the fair thing by you, for you have acted like a lady." Then Little Wolf, with a sudden impulse, arose and stepped forward, and began to plead earnestly and eloquently with the man to give up the use of the intoxicating cup. Nor did she plead in vain.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking