"I'll ask him; he is always good to me. They will be here pretty soon,
so you'd better come out and be made tidy," suggested the comforter.
"I never can come out, for every one will hate me," sobbed Bab among the
straw; and she pulled in her foot, as if retiring forever from an
outraged world.
"Ma wont, she's too busy cleaning up; so it's a good time to come. Let's
run home, wash our hands, and be all nice when they see us. I'll love
you, no matter what anybody else does," said Betty, consoling the poor
little sinner, and proposing the sort of repentance most likely to find
favor in the eyes of the agitated elders.
"P'r'aps I'd better go home, for Sanch will want his bed," and Bab
gladly availed herself of that excuse to back out of her refuge, a very
crumpled, dusty young lady, with a dejected face, and much straw
sticking in her hair.
Betty led her sadly away, for she still protested that she never should
dare to meet the offended public again; but in fifteen minutes both
appeared in fine order and good spirits, and naughty Bab escaped a
lecture for the time being, as the train would soon be due.
At the first sound of the car whistle every one turned good-natured as
if by magic, and flew to the gate, smiling as if all mishaps were
forgiven and forgotten. Mrs. Moss, however, slipped quietly away, and
was the first to greet Miss Celia as the carriage stopped at the
entrance of the avenue, so that the luggage might go in by way of the
lodge.
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