I don't think I could stand it if Uncle Dick should die--he's
the only one who belongs to me."
"Why, Betty, child!" Mrs. Littell gathered her into her lap and
rocked her gently as though she had been a little child. "You're
nervous and unstrung. We ought to have taken better care of you and
not let this waiting wear you out so."
"If you're going to cry, Betty, so'll I," promised Bobby, putting an
awkward arm around Betty's neck. Bobby was as undemonstrative as a
boy and rarely kissed any one. "What in the wide world are we going
to do without you?"
Betty sat up and pushed the damp hair from her forehead. The four
girls were regarding her dolorously.
"I won't stay forever," she assured them. "Uncle Dick doesn't intend
to live out there, you know. The company he represents will likely
send him East this very winter."
"Well, that's a mighty interesting letter," commented Mr. Littell,
folding up the missive and returning it to Betty. "Though you're
going to leave a hole in this household, Sister, when you set sail.
You see, he's been out of sight and hearing of trains and post-offices
for a long time. I'd like to be able to lose myself in the
desert or a wilderness for a month or two.
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