"Can't wait for you to get ready."
"I'll go as I am. I don't care if it is my old hat," and Bab jerked it on to her head.
"Your mother wouldn't like it."
"She won't like your going, either."
"She isn't my missis now. Miss Celia wouldn't care, and I'm going, any way."
"Do, do take me, Ben! I'll be just as good as ever was, and I'll take care of Sanch all the way," pleaded Bab, clasping her hands and looking round for some sign of relenting in the faces of the boys.
"Don't you bother; we don't want any girls tagging after us," said Sam, walking off to escape the annoyance.
"I'll bring you a roll of chickerberry lozengers, if you won't tease," whispered kind-hearted Billy, with a consoling pat on the crown of the shabby straw hat.
"When the circus comes here you shall go, certain sure, and Betty too," said Ben, feeling mean while he proposed what he knew was a hollow mockery.
"They never do come to such little towns; you said so, and I think you are very cross, and I won't take care of Sanch, so, now!" cried Bab, getting into a passion, yet ready to cry, she was so disappointed.