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tell. Oh, my God, I thank thee! Now—now you understand, daddy!"
But it was sobs for a minute then.
I got the bandages and the medicines, and with a little help from me she bound up the wound as good as any doctor could.
"Stand outside the door," she commands me briskly, "and if Betsy should come, tell her I had nightmare and called out, but am asleep again."
I did so, and, when Betsy came, which was soon, I told her that. She was glad to be able to go back to bed again.
"Come in," whispers Evelyn, through the door.
When I enters again, Evelyn is in her nightie, like a regular girl. The uniform is gone. You'll hardly believe it, but she laughs and pulls me down on the bed beside her.
"Don't look so sorry, daddy," she laughs, "you have done me a big favor."
"Gosh-a-mighty!" says I, "that's the first time I ever heard it called a favor to shoot you!"
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