. The key to Betsy's heart . o, yesm. That about the napkin,and, now, Uncle Ben, he dont never eat his meatwith his knife,âhe just cuts it and takes it onhis fork; and you dont never turn your coffee inyour saucer. The New Surroundings 21 Good, Betsy! Why, youll learn so fast thatit will be simply As Aunt Kate rose to leave the room her handrested for a moment on the soft brown hair. Atthe new touch of tenderness the child looked upand met a glow in Aunt Kates eyesâa look ofmother-yearning. Something stirred in Betsysheart,âan impulse to seize and hold that gentlehand in both her own.
. The key to Betsy's heart . o, yesm. That about the napkin,and, now, Uncle Ben, he dont never eat his meatwith his knife,âhe just cuts it and takes it onhis fork; and you dont never turn your coffee inyour saucer. The New Surroundings 21 Good, Betsy! Why, youll learn so fast thatit will be simply As Aunt Kate rose to leave the room her handrested for a moment on the soft brown hair. Atthe new touch of tenderness the child looked upand met a glow in Aunt Kates eyesâa look ofmother-yearning. Something stirred in Betsysheart,âan impulse to seize and hold that gentlehand in both her own. But she did not quite dareâyet. Down where Aunt Kate could not see shecaught a fold of the muslin gown that brushedpast her, and crushed it with timid fingers. So the lessons in manners began. Grammarcould wait a bit. Aunt Kate did not intend tocram Betsy, for a little at a time is easier todigest. And in the meantime, down in New York City,something was happening that was to color allBetsys new life on the Barked fiercely at his small sister. CHAPTER III THE COMING OF THE PRINCE VANART VI. sat on the edge of his dish,with all of his four paws in the milk, andbarked fiercely at his small sister, who hovered,shy and meek, on the farther edge of knew what all dogs (and some men) know,that Might is Right; and he reasoned, not un- 22 The Coming of the Prince 23 cleverly, that if his four-weeks-old voice couldintimidate Sister Belle, he could certainly keep heroff until he had feasted and made sure of his ownshare. A ray of afternoon sunlight crept in throughthe skylight of the big New York studio, andlighted up this scene, just as Bob Grant openedthe door, looked for the cause of the commotion,dropped his parcel of sketches on the floor, andlaughed. You greedy little sinner! Is that the kind ofa dog you are going to be? Youll be needingsome discipline, Im thinking. Come here to me,you young nipper. The wee morsel looked up for an instant, be-held Bob Grant
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