It--it hurts like the mischief," answered Virgie in a small voice.

"It keeps jumping up and down." "Little woman, that's too bad," he said with a consoling pat on the head which seemed to take most of the pain away.

"But after we bathe it and tie it up it will feel better." Kneeling beside the spring he took off his campaign hat of felt and dipped it full of clear, cold water.
"Wow!" cried Virgie suddenly in the interval and she slapped her leg with a resounding whack.

"There are 'skeeters roun' this place.

One of 'em bit me--an old _he_ one.