The Littlest Rebel by Edward Henry Peple
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months of separation, after dangers and terrors and privations which had
seemed as if they never would end. Sally Ann was one of the first to interrupt, edging up at the earliest opportunity with her beard in her hand. "How you does, Mars' Cary? How you fine yo'sef, seh?" "Why, hullo, Sally Ann!" said Cary, and put out his hand. "What on earth is this thing?" Virgie ran to his side and caught his hand in hers. "We were playing 'Blue Beard,' Daddy,--an' you came just like the brother." "So you've been Blue Beard, have you, Sally Ann?--then I must have the pleasure of cutting you into ribbons." Herbert Cary's shining saber flashed half out of its scabbard and then, laughing, he slapped it back with a clank. "Sally Ann," he announced, "I'm going to turn you into Sister Anne for a while. You run up to Miss Hallie's room and sit by the window where you can watch the road and woods. If you see anything--soldiers, I mean--" "Oh, Herbert!" cried his wife in anguish. "S-s-sh!" he whispered. "Go along, Sally Ann. If you see anyone at all report to me at once. Understand? Off with you!" Uncle Billy now came forward in an effort to make his master's clothes more presentable. |
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