Book One—Chapter Four.
“Ransey, Fetch Jim; We’re Goin’ On.”
“I’se glad ’oo’s tome back, ’Ansey. Has I been afeep (asleep), ’Ansey?”
“Oh, yes; and now I’m goin’ to feed Babs, and Babs’ll lie and look at the trees till I cook dinner for Bob and me.”
“That wady (lady) won’t take Babs away, ’Ansey?”
“No, Babs, no.”
Ransey Tansey fed Babs once more from the pickle bottle with the horn spoon, much to Miss Scragley’s and little Eedie’s astonishment and delight.
Then he commenced to build a fire at a little distance, and laid out some fish all ready to cook as soon as the blazing wood should die down to red embers.
“You’re a very interesting boy,” said Miss Scragley politely. “May I look on while you cook?”