. The little Colonel . edfor what could not be helped. Theys the best Ive got, she an-swered, proudly choking back the tears.* I dont need any new ones, causemaybe well be goin away pretty soon. 4 Going away ! he echoed, 112 Ube Xlttle Colonel^ She did not answer until he repeatedthe question. Then she turned her backon him, and started toward the tears she was too proud to let himsee were running down her face. Wes goin to the poah-house, sheexclaimed, defiantly, jus as soon asthe money in the pocketbook is used was nearly gone when I came away. Here she began to
. The little Colonel . edfor what could not be helped. Theys the best Ive got, she an-swered, proudly choking back the tears.* I dont need any new ones, causemaybe well be goin away pretty soon. 4 Going away ! he echoed, 112 Ube Xlttle Colonel^ She did not answer until he repeatedthe question. Then she turned her backon him, and started toward the tears she was too proud to let himsee were running down her face. Wes goin to the poah-house, sheexclaimed, defiantly, jus as soon asthe money in the pocketbook is used was nearly gone when I came away. Here she began to sob, as she fumbledat the door she could not see to open. Im goin home to my mothah rightnow. She loves me if my clothes areold and ugly. Why, Lloyd, called the Colonel,amazed and distressed by her suddenburst of grief. Come here to didnt you tell me so before? The face, the tone, the outstretchedarm, all drew her irresistibly to him. Itwas a relief to lay her head on hisshoulder, and unburden herself of 3. Xtttlc Colonel fear that had haunted her so manydays. With her arms around his neck, andthe precious little head held close to hisheart, the old Colonel was in such asoftened mood that he would havepromised anything to comfort her. There, there, he said, soothingly,stroking her hair with a gentle hand,when she had told him all her troubles. Dont you worry about that, my is going to eat out of tin pansand sleep on straw. Grandpa just wontlet them. She sat up and wiped her eyes on her apron. But Papa Jack would die befo hed take help from you, she wailed. An so would mothah. I heard her tell the doctah so. The tender expression on the Colo-nels face changed to one like flint, buthe kept on stroking her hair. 114 tlbe Xittle Colonel People sometimes change theirminds, he said, grimly. I wouldntworry over a little thing like that if Iwere you. Dont you want to run down-stairs and tell Mria to give you a pieceof cake? Oh, yes, she exclaimed, smiling upat
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