"Where's Mamie?" I thought to ask with the greatest apprehension.
"In the garden eating cup-cake Judy baked hot for both of us. She didn't
frow up as much as I did--or maybe more." He answered, snuggling close
and much comforted.
"Don't ever, ever do that again, Billy," I said, giving him both a hug
and a shake. "It's piggy to eat more than you can hold and then still
want more. What would your father say?"
"Doc ain't no good and I don't care what he says," answered Billy with
spirit. "He don't play no more and he don't laugh no more and he don't
eat no more hardly, too. I ain't a-going to live in that house with him
more'n two days longer. I want to come over and sleep in your bed with
blue ribbons on the posts and have you to play with me, Molly."
"Don't say that, lover, ever again," I said as I bent over him. "Your
father is the best man in the world, and you must never, never leave
him."
"I bet I will, when I get big enough to kill a bear," answered Billy
decidedly. "Say, do you reckon Mamie saved even a little piece of that
cake? I 'spect I had better go see," and he slipped out of my arms and
was gone before I could hold him.
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