I like folks that will tell me things," added Bab, whose inquisitive mind was always hungry.
"I like that boy first-rate, and I guess he likes me, though I didn't know where Nantucket ought to go.

He wants me to teach him to ride when he's on his pins again, and Miss Celia says I may.

She knows how to make folks feel good, don't she ?" and Ben gratefully surveyed the Arab chief, now his own, though the best of all the collection.
"Won't we have splendid times?
She Says we may come over every night and play with her and Thorny." "And she's goin', to have the seats in the porch lift up, so we can put our things in there all day and have 'em handy." "And I'm going to be her boy, and stay here all the time.

I guess the letter I brought was a recommend from the Squire." "Yes, Ben; and if I had not already made up my mind to keep you before, I certainly would now, my boy." Something in Miss Celia's voice, as she said the last two words with her hand on Ben's shoulder, made him look up quickly and turn red with pleasure, wondering what the Squire had written about him.
"Mother must have some of the party; so you shall take her these, Bab, and Betty may carry Baby home for the night.

She is so nicely asleep, it is a pity to wake her.