"May I ask what a turkey-farmer is?" inquired Madame de Valkonski.
"He has hundreds and hundreds of turkeys," said Dallas, "and they run on the barrens and eat grasshoppers, and the farmer's dogs keep the wolves away, and he's promised me a pup, and may I have it, Mother?"
The boy felt no shyness now when he was with his mother, and perhaps sometimes he asked too much of her; however she gladly consented to let him have the pup.
The day before we left he had a very tragic story to tell them and they had to question him to get the particulars.
Of course I knew all about it as I had been one of the principal actors, and my heart was heavy, too, as my master paced up to the veranda and perched on its edge.
His mother lifted her head from the hammock cushions and looked at him anxiously, then she asked, "What has all that shouting been about?"
"The children were singing," said Dallas.
"But what unhappy music," remarked Madame de Valkonski.
"Dallas," said Mrs. Duff, "are you ill?"