The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1886-03-24

piteous voice, and down fell Robbie,
crutch and all, a little shivering,
moaning heap of velvet and brown
curls. lat," Mamma, II where's my
mamma p s4s -ag9fGH sI5-aaai
ooh, get up, Robbie, we're only
fooling," said Mable, feeling ashamed.
"Ho, no! Miss Nancy's frightened
at a red shawl and an old hat
laughed Charley, dancing around.
Where's my mamma?' he contin-
ued, trying to initiate Robbie's
weak voice. "Here, listen to my
new song I3--auuH ha# .4-H,.II
81 know a boy just like a girl, ''''."
Fiddle dee, dee, dee, dee; 5Ea#%'i
He wears his hair in m big curl,
Fiddle dee, dee, dee, dee; gegae
He cries Mamma, when heseesa shawl,
@ Fiddle dee, dee, dee, dee;
And then-then it nothing at all,
Fiddle dee, dee, dee, dee.'
The boys and girls began to laugh
at this nonsense, and Charlie felt sc
pround that he ran all around the
porch singing it as loud as he could,
with the other children running
behind shouting, " Fiddle dee, dee,
dee, dee" .l....l f-.a-.r# ..lf. 4s.r.
At last Charles Uncle Phil shook
his finger at them from a window
and off they scampered out of sight.
I 1t was Dada who handed Robbie
his crutch and helped him up,
saving SOOthinplV:
Don't cry Wobbie, dey is naughty
BOYS: 90 won't be scared when the
right time comes" "2 i|oN.
Well, the fright time did come,
and very soon, too. 1t was the
next night after dinner, when the
veranda Of the hotel was filled with
ladies and gentlemen all enjoying
the beautiful sunset and the cool
breeze from the mountains. 1H
Dada was there, too, sitting as
quiet as a mouse next to mamma.
She had a spick-span new dress, Of
creamy lace, and pink ribbon, which
mamma had finished just one min
ute before dinner-not exactly fin
ished either, for one of the tiny
pink bows was pinned (but this is
"a secret, so don't telD. She looked
so sweet and demure, perched in a
chair, dangling her little slippers,
that Charlie a up saying:
"Mamma, can't | take Dada for a
walk? I'll take good care of her.
Every well, dear said mamma.
j" Just as far as the willow tree. I'll
trust you And taking a crepe
fichu she tied it, "gypsy-fashlon,"
over Dada's golden curls, making
her look for all the world like a
morsel Of the sunset sky.
Charlie took one hand and Dada
held out the other, saying, 800, too,
Wobbie. Now Charlie'll take care
of one-half of me, and Wobbie the
other" she continued, laughing
gleefully as they walked off.
"Oh, Rob's not worth anything"
said thoughtless Charlie. I'll take
care of all Of you; he is a Miss
Nancy" Dada gave Robbie's hand
a little squeeze-she wanted to show
she didn't believe that. Robbie I'M
derstood, too, for instead Of getting
angry he only smiled. [ think
that little shadow of a smile meant
more than all Master Charles big
words. They had just got to the
willow tree, out Of sight Of the
hotel, when up sprang a figure
from behind the bushes-a real
Indian this time, with long, black
hair and ferocious looking eyes.
Yah, YAH" he said, waving a
big stick, as he saw the children.
Mamma! mammal screamed
Charlie, dropping little Dada's hand
and running off as fast as he could,
/" where's my mamma? t.l.f.a.
Don't be frightened, Dada"
whispered Robbie, throwing his
arm around her. "He cant hurt
you. when | am here. I'll take
care of you with my crutch.' mai
And all the time they could hear
Master Charlie scampering off, cry
ing, Mamma !. mammal Then
mamma came running down the
road with Uncle Phil and lots of
other people from the hotel, Char
lie in the midst, his face white and
scared, holding tight to mammals
hand, crying, "Don't go near him
mamma. he's "a real Indian-oh, he'll
kill NEEDN'T go, mamma" He
never once though Of Dada.
When the crowd came in sight
of the willow, tree, there was the