Betty Gordon in Washington; Or, Strange Adventures in a Great City

saucy little chipmunk that sat on the top rail of the ol

ting the tangled mass of grasses and flowers in her lap. "Heavy

ntinued to rega

electing and discarding slender stems with fascinating quickness. "It was on the very last shelf, and was covered with dust. I w

veyed them proudly. The chipmunk cocked his brow

ying her face luxuriously in the warm dry "second crop" of hay that had been raked into a thin pile under the pin oak and left th

ured drowsily, her eyelids drooping. "I'd sa

less chipmunk scurrying indignantly up the nearest t

lf. "My goodness, that was Mr. Peabody

rom her by a brook, almost dry now, and a border of crooked

single dumb creature!" A clear young voice shaking wit

on you and not before," a deeper, harsh voice snarled. "When you're farming for

ed, and darted in the direction of the willow hedge. "I do hope Mr. Peabody hasn'

rambled through the willow trees, emerging, flushed and anxious-eyed, to confront a boy about fourteen year

at him. "What did you come for? I suppose you think t

owing the direction of Mr. Peabody's accusing finger, Betty Gord

he said impulsively, "W

. Peabody grimly. "Bob here is finding fault wi

it you-and you bewildered her with your shouting till she didn't know which way to turn-you jabbed her with the p

tty again, softly

ne, we'd save a lot of time. You, Bob, go let down the bars and turn that critter into the road. Maybe Keppler will wake up and repair

lowed silently. She helped him lower the bars and drive

prise, as Bob moodily trudged after the an

to see Keppler have to get her out of the pound, but I'll s

you should be cross to me," said Betty with spirit. "I

out of sorts long. Indeed, of the two, Betty had the

her course, "I'm about through. I can't stand it much longer; and lately I've been afraid that in a rage I might strike Mr. Peabody with something and ei

d Betty in an instant alarm, "don't kill him, what

"I won't kill him-just nick him i

let the cow turn up that lane. Think how awful

e in a masculi

prison? I merely say I don't want to lose my temper and do something rash, and

lips t

, not one minute after I hear from Uncle Dick. I'm sure if the Benders knew how things were going, they would t

unoffending flow

med determined to turn to the left when she was plainly asked t

re you doing with our cow?" grinned fatuously at

gs," directed Bob magnificently. "She'

in a tearing fury. Look, Bob, something's tore her hide! She

ob, gracefully withdrawing by walking backward. "Corn

as soon as Fred Keppler and the cow were out of earshot. "You let

argument with Fred? Saving the cow from the pound ought to be enough, anyway. Mr. Keppler ha

boulder and leaned up ag

id briefly. "You'll have t

to hunt for four leaf clovers, an

body opened your lett

the operation of

across one end, showing that whoever did it didn't care whether I noticed it or not. I'll

ast till the Benders get back. We promised, you know, that we wouldn't run away without telling them, or if there wasn't ti

ed Betty feverishly. She put on her shoe and stood up. "I wish