Her Prairie Knight
the tired one. "Beatrice, where did you put my raglan?"
"In the big wagon, mama, along with the trunks and guns and saddles, and Martha and Katherine and James."
"Dear me! I certainly told you, Beatrice"
"But, mama, you gave it to me the last thing, after the maids were in the wagon, and said you wouldn't wear it. There isn't room here for another thing. I feel like a slice of pressed chicken."
"Auntie, I want some p'essed chicken. I'm hungry, auntie! I want some chicken and a cookie—and I want some ice-cream."
"You won't get any," said the young woman, with the tone of finality. "You can't eat me, Dorman, and I'm the only thing that looks good enough to eat."
"Beatrice!" This, of course, from her mother, whose life seemed principally made up of a succession of mental shocks, brought on by her youngest, dearest, and most irrepressible.
"I have Dick's word for it, mama; he said so, at the depot"
"I want some chicken, auntie."
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