Miss Celia wouldn't care, and I'm going, any way." "Do, do take me, Ben! I'll be just as good as ever was, and I'll take care of Sanch all the way," pleaded Bab, clasping her hands and looking round for some sign of relenting in the faces of the boys.
"Don't you bother; we don't want any girls tagging after us," said Sam, walking off to escape the annoyance.
"I'll bring you a roll of chickerberry lozengers, if you won't tease," whispered kind-hearted Billy, with a consoling pat on the crown of the shabby straw hat.
"When the circus comes here you shall go, certain sure, and Betty too," said Ben, feeling mean while he proposed what he knew was a hollow mockery.
"They never do come to such little towns; you said so, and I think you are very cross, and I won't take care of Sanch, so, now!" cried Bab, getting into a passion, yet ready to cry, she was so disappointed.
"I Suppose it wouldn't do--" hinted Billy, with a look from Ben to the little girl, who stood winking hard to keep the tears back.
"Of Course it wouldn't.

I'd like to see her walking eight miles.

I don't mind paying for her; it's getting her there and back.

Girls are such a bother when you want to knock round.

No, Bab, you can't go.
Travel right home and don't make a fuss.