“‘Who are your companions, sir?’ asked the Young Mistress, going toward the door.
“‘Just some of the neighbor boys, ma’am. I asked them to come with me. None of us meant the least harm, and certainly no disrespect to you.’ Thus spoke young Grizzly.
“By this time his companions had taken to their heels, and young Grizzly was quick to follow their example as soon as he got out of reach of the Young Mistress’s eyes. So said the man named Abe, and he was standing where he could see, having pretended to go after the White-haired Master. Never have I seen a white man more frightened than young Grizzly was.”
“What was he afraid of?” asked Sweetest Susan.
“Buckshot,” replied Aaron.
Rambler yawned and then continued:—
“The Little Master was even angrier than the Young Mistress, but he had said nothing. When the door was shut he struck the floor with his crutch and cried out:—
“‘Oh, I hope it is Aaron they are after, and I hope they will never get him.’
“‘Aaron is his name,’ said the man named Abe.
