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A score or more of words were then spelled without an error, until Constantinople fell to the lot of an elderly man who stood by Rita. Others of the class dropped out, leaving only our four acquaintances, Dic, Billy, Sukey, and Rita. Dic went out on "a" in place of "i" in collectible, Sukey turning him down.
Upon arrival at the Yates mansion, Sukey invited Dic to enter. Dic declined. She drew off her mittens and took his hand. "Why," she said, "your hands are like ice; you must come in and warm them. Please do," so Dic hitched his horse under a straw-covered shed and went in with the remedy.
Don't spare the dimpler, and don't spare yourself." Thereupon Dic unfolded his story with a naked truthfulness that made him blush. "I thought as much," remarked Billy, when the story was finished. "Miss Potiphar from Egypt has brought you and herself into trouble." "No, no, Billy Little, you are wrong. I cannot escape blame by placing the fault upon her.
He resolved to write to Rita at once and make a clean breast of it; but Billy advised him to wait till she was entirely well. Dic, quite willing to postpone his confession, wrote several letters, which kind Miss Tousy delivered; but he did not speak of Sukey Yates until Rita's letters informed him that she was growing strong.
The girl, Billy, and Dic differing as much as it is possible for three persons to differ, save in their common love for books and truth, had been friends ever since her babyhood, and Billy was the only person to whom she could easily lay bare her heart. Upon second thought she concluded to tell him her trouble.
"It is more precious to me ... than words can ... tell or ... money can buy. It brought me ... my first great joy ... my first great grief. I give it to you, Dic, that you may give it to Rita. Egad! I believe I've taken a cold from the way my eyes water. There, there, don't thank me, or I'll take it back. Now, I want to be alone. Damme, I say, don't thank me.
"I have been afraid of you long enough. It is your turn now." "You have been afraid of me?" asked Dic in surprise. "Yes," she returned quite seriously. "I have always been slightly afraid of you, and I hope I always shall be. The night of Scott's social I was simply frightened to death, and before that night for a long, long time I was in constant fear of you.
"Brother!" exclaimed Rita, in accent of contempt, though she did not look up from her plate. The young lady was growing rebellious. Wait for the reckoning, girl! Rita's red flag of rebellion silenced Mrs. Bays for the time being, and she attempted no further explanations. Poor father Bays could think of nothing but Dic eating dinner at the tavern. Rita trembled in rebellion, and was silent.
Williams, whose face looked like a mask of death, threw the bullet pouch to Dic, and, in obedience to a gesture, walked forward on the path. After taking a few steps he looked backward to observe the man he had tried to murder. "You need not watch me," Dic said; "I'm not hunting squirrels." Soon they reached the open field.
Had Tom been scolded, Rita would have wept. "Go it, mother," said Tom. "This is better than a jury trial." "Oh, Tom, be still, son!" said Mrs. Bays, and then turning to Rita: "Now you've got to tell me what happened at Scott's social. Out with it!" Rita and Dic were sitting near each other on the edge of the porch. Mr.
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