The Arizona copper camp., 1919-02-08
/ could speak.
FWhere do you liver"
''In Lickatysplit."

/ could speak.
/ "Where do you live?"
''In Lickatysplit."
f. "How did you get here?"
] 'Dug Draper brought me. Do you
know where Sally Dunkelberg lives?"
els she the daughter of Horace
Dunkelberg?"
"Nfr. and Mrs. Horace DunkeIberg," !"
I amended.
"Oh, yes, I know her. Sally is a
friend of mine. Wen get some break
fast and then well go and find her."
He carried me through the open
door of his Office and set me down
at his desk. The cold air Of the
night had chilled me and I was shiv-
ering.
'YOu sit there and I'll have q fire
going in minute and get you warm
ed up."
: He wrapped me in his coat and went
into the back room and built a fire
in small stove and brought me in
and set me down beside it. He made
some pOrridge in q kettle while I sat
holding my little hands over the stove
to warm them, and a sense of COM
fort grew in me.
He dipped some porridge into bowls
and put them on q small table. My
eyes had watched him with growing
interest and 1 got to the table about
as soon as the porridge and mounted
q chair 0Od seized q CnOOn
Zone moment Bart" said my
host. "By jingo! We've forgotten to
wash and you're face looks like the
dry bed of river. Come here a min
ute."
He led me out of the back door,
where there were a wash-stand and q
pail and tin basin and a dish of soft
soap. He dipped the pail in a rain
barrel and filed the basin, and l
washed myself and waited not upon
my host, but made for the table and
began to eat, being very hungry, af-
ter hastily dryiAg my face on a towel.
In a minute he came and sat down
to his own porridge and bread and
butter.
When he had finished eating he set
aside the dishes and I asked:
''Now could I go and see Sally Dun
kelberg?"
"What in the world do you want
Of Sally Dunkelberg?" he asked.
ooh, just to play with her." I said
as l showed him how L could sit on
my hands and raise myself from the
chair bottom.
Haven't you any one to play with
at homer"
"Only my Uncle Peabody"
'D0n't you like TO play with himT
"Oh, some, but he can't stand me
any longer. He's all tired. out, and
my Aunt Deel, too. I've tipped over
every single thing on that place.
tipped over the honey yesterday
split it all over everything and
rooend my clothes. I'm a reg'ler pest.
So I want to play with Sally Dunkel-
berg. I want to play with her lit
tie while-just wee little while"
forward, marchv said he and
away we started for the home of the
Dunkelbergs. The village interested
me immensely. I had seen it only
twice before. People were moving
about in the streets. One thing I
did not fail to notice. Every man
we met touched his hat as he greeted
my friend.
1t was a square, frame house-that
of the Dunkelbergs- large for that
village, and had a big dooryard with
trees in it. AS we came near the gate
I saw Sally Dunkesberg playing with
other children among the trees. Sud-
denly was afraid and began to hang
back. 1 looked down az my bare feet
and my clothes, both of which were
dirty. Sally and her friends had
stopped their play and were standing
in a group looking at US. I heard
Sally whisper:
"It's that Baynes boy. Don't he
look dirty?"
T. stopped and withdrew my hand
from that of my guide.
"COme< on, Bart" he said
shook my head and stood looking
over at that little, hostile tribe near
me.
"Go and play with them while I step
into the house." he urged.
Again shook my head.
swell, then, you wait here 2 mo-
reut," said my new-found friend.
Ee left me and I sat down upon
the ground, thoughtful and silent.
In moment my friend came out
with Mrs. Dunkelberg, who kissed me,
anu asked me to tell how I happened
to be there.
Il just thought I would come" I said
as [ twisted a button on my coat,
and would say no more to her.
''Ar. Wright, you're going to take
him home, are your" Mrs. Dunkel'
berg asked.
L