“I does so want to come too,” said Mary through her tears. “’Cos the little dog were for me.”
“You shall come, dear,” said her father; “but why didn’t you ask me without beginning to cry? That’s not being a sensible girl.”
Mary’s face was very like an April day. She smiled up at her father in a minute.
“I won’t cry,” she said, “I’ll be very good. Will you wait for me if nurse dresses me very quick, papa?” and she set off after her brothers, mounting upstairs as fast as she could, though “could” was not very fast, as right leg was obliged to wait on each step till left leg made up to it.
Chapter Six.
“Fuzzy.”
Yakeman at the smithy looked very pleased to see his visitors, especially as their father was with the children.
“The puppies are getting on finely,” he said. “Two of them are going to their new masters to-morrow. But I’ve held on to the one as Miss Mary fancied, thinking you’d be looking in some day soon.”