“Y’betcha,” says Pete. “Pleasure’s all mine. Mrs. Gonyer’d be plumb tickled stiff. Live all your life with us, ma’am.”
Pete almost stands on his head, bowing and scraping like a ground-owl; but just then Mrs. Gonyer comes down the sidewalk, but Pete don’t see her.
“Pete!” she snaps.
“My ⸺!” gasps Pete. “The rope broke!”
Mrs. Gonyer looks at Henrietta and then at Pete.
“I run out of horseshoes,” says Pete. “I had to come to the store⸺”
Pete goes on into the store and Mrs. Gonyer follows him inside.
“I must find a place to board,” says Henrietta, kinda sad-like.
“Eatin’ part’s easy,” says I; “but it begins to kinda look like yuh might have to hive up under that greenwood tree.”
“I’ll take her in before I’ll let her sleep under a tree,” says Magpie.