Doggone it, Dell, that Kid's got the real stuff in him! He's a dead ringer fer his dad--that ought to do yuh." "It does," the Little Doctor declared.

"But it does seem as if he might be contented here with me for a little while--after such a horrible time--" "It wasn't horrible to him, yuh want to recollect.

Doggone it, I wish that Blake would come back.

You write to him, Dell, and tell him how things is stacking up.

He oughta be here on the ground.