Her Prairie Knight
trice pushed a yellow curl away from his eyes with tender, womanly solicitude.
"Auntie won't care, 'cause I'm a brother. Auntie says she's goin' to send for Parks. I don't want Parks; 'sides, Parks is sick. I want a pony, and some ledder towsers wis fringes down 'em, and I want some little wheels on my feet. Mr. Cam'ron says I do need some little wheels, Be'trice."
"Did he, honey?"
"Yes, he did. I like Mr. Cam'ron, Be'trice; he let me ride his big, high pony. He's a berry good pony. He shaked hands wis me, Be'trice—he truly did."
"Did he, hon?" Beatrice, I am sorry to say, was not listening. She was wondering if Sir Redmond was really angry with her—too angry, for instance, to go over where the cattle were. He really ought to go, for he had come West in the interest of the Eastern stockholders in the Northern Pool, to investigate the actual details of the work. He surely would not miss this opportunity, Beatrice thought, And she hoped he was not angry.
"Yes, he truly did. Mr. Cam'ron interduced us, Be'rice. He said, 'Redcloud, dis is Master Dorman Hayes. Shake hands wis my frien' Dorman.'
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