Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-03-03
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Continued from yesterday

Continued from yesterday
Mob is it." repeated Norah in
establishment, NOW what does he
mean by that, Miss Dor'thy?"
Dorothy giggled. "N-nothing,"
said she IN confusion: lat least,
nothing much. We were tiptoeing
around, pretending that mob was
after us, and when you came along
Davie thought you might be one.
You see, he doesn't know exactly
what a mob is"
Sure. and you're the funny
child" declared Norah, placing her
hands on her hips and eying Doro-
thy with amusement, "makin'
b'leive mob was after youi Sure.
if a mob was raley an truly after
you you wouldn't be enjoyin it at
all, ut all. but would likely be hidin'
under the front room sofey by this
time"
I'VE would not cried Dayey, his
eyes shining, we're not afraid of
ANYTHING, are we, Dorothy? ]
wouldn't. even be afraid OF a real
Indian, | wouldn't, or broncho
either. I could ride a broncho If !
had one. I'm nearly seven, I am"
And he nodded his head at Norah
many times.
Listen to him brag" laughed
Norah, placing her hand on Davies
head sure, you're wonder, Mas
ter DaVie, an no mistake. But II
see any big Indians lurkin' around
I'll Just hurry up an tell you, SOS
to give you a good chance to hide"
And she went on her way to the
kitchen, shaking her head and
chuckling.
"IIuhp' Davie glared at Norah's
retreating figure, "she thinks I'd
hide, does she Well, | wouldn't.
I'd just kill a Indian, / would, If he
came around here" And he tip
toed to the hail door and looked out,
half expecting to see a painted saw
age take to his heels and run, after
hearing such valiant threats.
I'D get fathers big gun, and
I'd"
"Oh, come on, Davie. ] know
what you'd do, but just now l
haven't time to listen. We want to
get our things on to get out to play
on the slide" said Dorothy i'm
patiently, as she reached for her red
sweater and Tam O. Shanter.
Reluctantly, Davie returned across
the hall. He sighed as he put on
his cap and struggled into his coat.
why don't people have good
times like they used to?" he wanted
to know. "Why couldn't we live
in the woods and have the Indians
come and set fire to our house and
have soldiers come and put the fire
out?"
Dorothy stuck up her nose. You
might like it," she said, but 1
wouldn't. Those stories always
tpI. Oh
little girl that got lost in the
woods and an Indian with big
tom-a-hawk came a-creeping, creep
ing, creeping" Dorothy shud-
dered putting her hands to her face
II couldn't sleep a wink" she
said, land I'm glad it was only in q
story. S'pose that little girl had
been mel I'd have died." and she
shuddered again.
Davie looked solemn. 81 guess
I'm glad it was In book. too" he
declared slowly. II wouldn't want
n tom-a hawk to go cr-rack through
my head"
Dorothy gave little shriels.
"O-ohi What | awful thought.
1t makes my head feel all crinkly,"
she cried
Davie grinned. Mine, too" he
said, pulling his cap down a little
tighter, Les go out now, fore
mother gets down."
Dorothy led the way through the
hall and library and out the side
porch door The sleds We're stand
ing against the house Dorothy
lifted hers and quietly took it down
the steps. Davies fell down with
a clatter when he gave the rope