Bos'n here--that's my nickname for her, ma'am--she and I was out walkin'.

I set down in the pines and I guess I must have dozed off.

Anyhow, when I woke up she was gone, and the first thing I knew of this scrape was hearin' her hail." The little woman's manner changed.

Her gray eyes flashed indignantly.
"You dozed off ?" she repeated.

"With a little girl in your charge, and in the very next lot to that cow?
Didn't you know the creature chased women and girls ?" "Why, yes; I'd heard of it, but--" "It wasn't Uncle Cyrus's fault," put in Bos'n eagerly.