Four feet, wings, and fins . CHAPTER VI. THE FUNNY PIN-CUSHION. Grace, Frank and May had volunteered to goout on the common to pick blackberries for AuntJerusha, and, as it was far, they left Rose at thefarm. Aunt Jerusha was busy, but poor little Rose atlast bethought her of Fido, and took him with herinto the garden for a romp. 128 A FUNNY PIN-CUSHION. Up and down the walks they ran, until, tired sat down on a stone, while Fido betook him-self to hunting around in the bushes. Suddenly he seemed greatly excited over some-thing he had found, and began barking furiously. I woner whats
Four feet, wings, and fins . CHAPTER VI. THE FUNNY PIN-CUSHION. Grace, Frank and May had volunteered to goout on the common to pick blackberries for AuntJerusha, and, as it was far, they left Rose at thefarm. Aunt Jerusha was busy, but poor little Rose atlast bethought her of Fido, and took him with herinto the garden for a romp. 128 A FUNNY PIN-CUSHION. Up and down the walks they ran, until, tired sat down on a stone, while Fido betook him-self to hunting around in the bushes. Suddenly he seemed greatly excited over some-thing he had found, and began barking furiously. I woner whats the matter wiv Fido ? shesaid to herself, as she left her seat and cautiouslyventured down to the O, what a funny lookin fing! she exclaimed, asshe saw that Fido was making all this fuss over aqueer little animal, not quite so large as a rabbit. 129 A FUNNY PIN-CUSHION. I do woner what it tan be ! she exclaimed. Iwish Tousin Grace was here. O! yoner is tying up the flowers! Ill do and ask away she ran. For a moment she spoke not a word, but regardedhim in silence, her large blue eyes fixed earnestlyupon him. Well, little girl, what is it ? asked Mr. Dumas. The child spread down the ruffes of her whitedress, folded her hands before her, then, shutting herlips tight, regarded him with more earnestness thanbefore. She had forgotten her errand, and wasthinking of something else. Would you like a flower ? he asked. Yes, sir; if youll div me one. Fank you—another silence, then she spoke again: Mr. Dumas,are you afaid of womens and little dirls ? He regarded her with surprise for a moment. Who said so ? he asked, at last. Uncle Don. Mr. Dumas flushed scarlet. Then, wit
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