The Little Woman stood up, looking that way, never dreaming how wishfully Casey was watching her,-- and how reverently.
"Baby Girl, you must not run off like that! Mother will be compelled to tie a rope on you." "I was jes' getting--Casey Wyan's--'bacco.

Poor Casey Wyan forgot--his 'bacco! He's my frien'.

I have to give him his 'bacco," Babe defended herself, coming down from the location monument in small jumps and scrambles.

Close to her importantly heaving chest she clutched a small, red tobacco can of the kind which smokers carelessly call "P.A." "Casey Wyan lost it up in the wocks," Babe explained, when her mother met her disapprovingly and caught her by the hand.
"Why, Babe! You've been naughty.

This must be Casey Ryan's location notice.