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Betty, who had understanding, was not turned from the subject of her thoughts.,“Just our age.”,“St. Elmo’s lost, Ma,” wailed Maria. “We can’t find him and he’s wandered down the creek.”,CHAPTER XII.—THE AUTOGRAPH QUILT.,“There’s a better way,” Billy called, when the deputy leading started to climb back as he had come. “Follow the creek; there’s a trail.”,“I don’t give two whoops ef he does,” Betty was bubbling with suppressed mirth.,“Why, they know what you say—mind!” May Nell exclaimed, admiringly.,Nancy had jumped on a chair, and when Jethro pranced up to her again she promptly boxed his ear. The blow, delivered with such a soft paw, could not have been very severe, but the feelings of the pup were badly hurt. He did not yelp, but his brown eyes grew solemn and wistful and he ceased his antics. He put his forepaws on the rung of the chair and looked long and appealingly at Nancy. The cat sat down, her paws doubled under her, and apparently remained quite unmoved. But her heart may have been touched more than an observer would imagine, because from that time, she gradually grew more tolerant towards the pup. Now they were very good friends.,“Here are more beads of wampum, Betty, as I have no garden.” Nell Gordon’s silver donation added appreciably to the weight of the collection box.,“Look he’s been here,” said Betty, pointing to a small footprint in the moist soil, “An’ he’s headed down the crick.”,“Well I’m not going to stay an’ play kid games,” Jimmy retorted loftily, and turned away.,And the shouts that greeted this fiat shook the old barn and made the hens in the hay cackle with fright..