A roar of distress and disappointment came from my lips.
Uncle Peabody hurried into the kitchen.
"The Comptroller wants him to go," said he.
"He does ?" she repeated as she stood with her hands on her hips looking up at her brother.
"He likes Bart and wants to take him along." "Wal, then, you'll have to be awful careful of him," said Aunt Deel.
"I'm 'fraid he'll plague ye--ayes!" "No, he won't--we'll love to have him." "Wal, I guess you could git Mary Billings to come over and stay with me an' help with the chores--ayes, I wouldn't wonder!" I could contain my joy no longer, but ran into the other room on tiptoe and announced excitedly that I was going.

Then I rushed out of the open door and rolled and tumbled in the growing grass, with the dog barking at my side.

In such times of joyful excitement I always rolled and tumbled in the grass.

It was my way of expressing inexpressible delight.
I felt sorry for the dog.

Poor fellow! He couldn't go fishing.