The little lady of the horse . ink you are very nice to look at. Your eyesare black, are nt they ? And your hair is nicean straight. An what beautiful big feet youhave, an hands! Why, your hands are as bigs mine ! 114 THE LITTLE LADY OF THE HORSE. Poor Annie Gibson did nt know whether tolaugh or ^ get mad ; but there was no doubtingthe sincere and admiring curiosity with whichSteenie Calthorp examined this other specimenof girlhood; but the final tones of the bell calledboth away toward the house. Which, however, Steenie did not enter. Herattention had suddenly been attracted by a
The little lady of the horse . ink you are very nice to look at. Your eyesare black, are nt they ? And your hair is nicean straight. An what beautiful big feet youhave, an hands! Why, your hands are as bigs mine ! 114 THE LITTLE LADY OF THE HORSE. Poor Annie Gibson did nt know whether tolaugh or ^ get mad ; but there was no doubtingthe sincere and admiring curiosity with whichSteenie Calthorp examined this other specimenof girlhood; but the final tones of the bell calledboth away toward the house. Which, however, Steenie did not enter. Herattention had suddenly been attracted by a com-motion in the street, and everything newappealed to her curiosity. My I I wonder what those boys are doing !What —What —What! With a shriek of delight that penetrated thebuilding she was deserting, the child darted fromthe enclosure, — through the crowd of grinningboys straight to the cause of all their mirth. My Sutro! My Sutro! My own, ownestTito ! Caraniha I My angel! Is it thou ? Atlast — at last! CHAPTER
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