Keith flung the door wide open, upsetting the small
boy, who howled.
Beatrice swooped down upon him and gathered him so close she came near
choking him. "You darling. Oh, Dorman!"
Dorman squirmed away from her. "I los' one shiny penny, Be'trice--and I
couldn't open de door. Help me find my shiny penny."
Keith picked him up and set him upon one square shoulder. "We'll take
you up to your auntie, first thing, young man."
"I want my one shiny penny. I want it!" Dorman showed symptoms of
howling again.
"We'll come back and find it. Your auntie wants you now, and
grandmama."
Beatrice, following after, was treated to a rather unusual spectacle;
that of a tall, sun-browned fellow, with fringed chaps and brightly
gleaming spurs, racing down the path; upon his shoulder, the wriggling
form of an extremely disreputable small boy, with cobwebs in his curls,
and his once white collar a dirty rag streaming out behind.
CHAPTER 6
Mrs. Lansell's Lecture.
When the excitement had somewhat abated, and Miss Hayes was convinced
that her idol was really there, safe, and with his usual healthy
appetite, and when a messenger had been started out to recall the
searchers, Dorman was placed upon a chair before a select and attentive
audience, and invited to explain, which he did.
He had decided to borrow some little wheels from the bunkhouse, so he
could ride his big, high pony home.
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