A Waif of the Plains by Bret Harte
page 6 of 131 (04%)
page 6 of 131 (04%)
|
"Couldn't!" "Could now!" "Couldn't!" "Why?" Finding it difficult to explain his convictions of her ineligibility, Clarence thought it equally crushing not to give any. There was a long silence. It was very hot and dusty. The wagon scarcely seemed to move. Clarence gazed at the vignette of the track behind them formed by the hood of the rear. Presently he rose and walked past her to the tail-board. "Goin' to get down," he said, putting his legs over. "Maw says 'No,'" said Susy. Clarence did not reply, but dropped to the ground beside the slowly turning wheels. Without quickening his pace he could easily keep his hand on the tail-board. "Kla'uns." He looked up. "Take me." She had already clapped on her sun-bonnet and was standing at the edge of the tail-board, her little arms extended in such perfect confidence |
|