YOU'LL FIND A WAY TO HELP ME OUT, WON'T YOU, LITTLE SISTER ?" "OF COURSE I WILL!" I promised, without ever stopping a minute to think what kind of a job that was going to be.
Did you ever wish with all your might that something would happen, and wait for it, expect it, and long for it, and nothing did, until it grew so bad, it seemed as if you had to go on another minute you couldn't bear it?
Now I thought when Mr.Pryor talked to her, maybe she'd send for Laddie that very same night; but send nothing! She didn't even ride on our road any more.

Of course her father had made a botch of it! Bet I could have told her Laddie's message straighter than he did.
I could think it over, and see exactly how he'd do.

He'd talk nicely about one minute, and the first word she said, that he didn't like, he'd be ranting, and using unsuitable words.

Just as like as not he told her that he'd lay his whip across her shoulders, like he had Laddie.

Any one could see that as long as she was his daughter, she might be slightly handy with whips herself; at least she wouldn't be likely to stand still and tell him to go ahead and beat her.
Sunday Laddie went to Lucy's.