The sobbing of little Felicia gradually ceased in the back room; her father was heard to tell her that she was all right, and a few moments later she came running round the corner of the cabin, having passed out by the back door. She hastened straight to the burro, which she again hugged, and caressed, and kissed, calling the docile little beast all sorts of pet names.
All at once the boy jumped up from his chair, crying:
“If you’re going to say anything to me, say it! I’m tired of sitting here, and I won’t sit here any longer!”
Frank looked up, but Dick turned his eyes on the floor.
“Look at me,” Merry commanded.
“I won’t!” was the answer.
There was a moment of silence, and then Frank repeated:
“Look at me!”
Slowly those dark eyes were lifted till they met Frank’s steady gaze. The boy caught his breath and stood quite still until Frank quietly said:
“Please sit down a moment longer, Dick, till I reach a place where I can stop conveniently.”