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CHAPTER III. DIDO.,"If I must die," she replied, looking at him with streaming eyes, "give me a little time to say my prayers.",The crow lifted the other foot and with much fluttering and complaining managed to get all the way around.,"I agree with you!" remarked the major, sharply. "A man might make a jest of these horrors--as you are doing.","Your daughter is over there with the buffalo. She says 'Wait,'" said the magpie when he had flown back to the poor father.,“I’m going to work as soon ’s school’s out; it’s for you and May Nell, too, you know.”,When they joined Grandmother again, she said: “It would be almost too much to ask of any one, but if the master of Kingthorpe were alive, I do believe I should have the courage to ask him for money enough to go and have my eyes operated upon, so that if possible I might see the ocean again.”,So it seemed to the boy, as from the brow of a hill he watched the dawn-haze drift toward the newly-open sun-gates of the eastern sky; for autumn always brought a feeling of sadness to Billy. He missed the twitter of the birds, the thousand and one notes of the wild things he loved and which always passed out and away from his world with the summer. The first hoar frost had come; soon the leaves would turn golden and crimson, the fern-clumps crumple and wither into sere, dead, scentless things. Then with shortening days and darkening skies those leaves and plants would sag to earth and the gaunt arms of the bare trees would lift empty nests toward snow-spitting skies.,Patricia drew in her breath with a gasp. She put her hand on the knob of the door and noiselessly turned it.,"Frank told Mr. Reddick, the preacher who came to bury old Scroggie, all that had passed between him an' the dead man but although they hunted high an' low fer the will, they never found it. Nor did they find any of the money the ol' miser must have left behind—not a solitary cent. That was over a year ago, an' they haven't found money or will yet. But this goes to show what a real feller Frank Stanhope is. He put a fine grave stone up for ol' Scroggie an' had his name engraved on it. Yes he done that, an' all he ever got from the dead man was his curses.,“No, Link, I guess not. I’ve seen it all and I think I’ll go down and visit with the boys at the bunkhouse till you get back.”,Ugh! he would have to try to talk..