“Oh, he has gone long ago. He thinks he is too big to walk with Janey.”
David quietly took the pail and books from the little girl.
“I’ll take you to school, Janey, and come for you this afternoon.”
“We won’t need to git no watch dog to foller Janey,” said Barnabas, as the children started down the path.
“David,” called M’ri, “stop at Miss Rhody’s on your way back and find out whether my waist is finished.”
With proudly protective air, David walked beside the stiffly starched little girl, who had placed her hand trustfully in his. They had gone but a short distance when they were overtaken by Joe Forbes, mounted on a shining black horse. He reined up and looked down on them good-humoredly.
“With proudly protective air, David walked beside the stiffly starched little girl”