Her Prairie Knight
the wheels, Dorman; they're playing patty-cake. See, now they say, 'Roll 'em, and roll 'em,' and now, 'Toss in the oven to bake!' And now"
"Auntie, I want to get out an' play patty-cake, like de wheels. I want to awf'lly!"
"Beatrice, why did you put that into his head?" her mother demanded, fretfully.
"Never mind, honey," called Beatrice cheeringly. "You and I will make hundreds of mud pies when we get to Uncle Dick's ranch. Just think, hon, oodles of beautiful, yellow mud just beside the door!"
"Look here, Trix! Seems to me you're promising a whole lot you can't make good. I don't live in a 'dobe patch."
"Hush, Dick; don't spoil everything. You don't know Dorman.'
"Beatrice! What must Miss Hayes and Sir Redmond think of you? I'm sure Dorman is a sweet child, the image of poor, dear Dorothea, at his age."
"We all think Dorman bears a strong resemblance to his father," said his Aunt Mary.
Beatrice, scenting trouble, hurried to change the subject. "What's this, Dick—the Missouri River?"
"Hardly. This is the water that didn't fall in
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