Scattergood Baines by Clarence Budington Kelland
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that might have been a twinkle in her tired eyes. "I almost feel I
should go along with you." "G'-by, Mrs. Patterson," said Scattergood, hastily, and he climbed into his buggy clumsily, placing the baby on the seat beside him, and holding it in place with his left arm. "G'-by." The buggy rattled off. The baby hushed suddenly and began to look at the horse. "Kind of come to your senses, eh?" said Scattergood. "Now you and me's goin' to git on fine if you jest keep your mouth shet. If you behave yourself proper I dunno but what I kin find a stick of candy f'r you when we git there." Presently Scattergood looked down to find the baby asleep. He drove slowly and cautiously, whispering what commands he felt were indispensable to his horse. This delightful situation continued for upward of two hours, and Scattergood said to himself that folks who bothered about traveling with infants must be very easily worried. "Jest as soon ride with this one clean to the Pacific coast," he said. And then the baby awoke. It blinked and looked about it; it rubbed its eyes; it stared severely up at Scattergood; it opened its mouth tentatively, closed it again, and then--and then it uttered such an ear-piercing, long-drawn shriek that the old horse jumped with fright. "Hey, there!" said the startled Scattergood. "Hey! what's ailin' you now?" |
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