But if you want to go to--to Munner, you just go." On his face the struggle showed--the struggle to be perfectly just.

"If you stay here, maybe it'll be cold, sometimes when the wind blows, and maybe it'll be hard other ways.

And if you go to munner, she always be takin' care of you, and no harm'll ever come to you and you'll sleep soft between sheets, and if you wake up in the night she'll be there to talk to you.

And you'll have pretty little dresses with all kinds of colors on 'em, most like.

Joan, do you want to go to munner, or stay here with me ?" Perhaps the speech was rather long for Joan to follow, but the conclusion was plain enough; and there was Kate, she also upon one knee and her arms stretched out.
"Joan, my baby, my darling!" "Munner!" whispered the child and ran towards her.
A growl came up in the throat of Black Bart and then sank away into a whine; Joan stopped short, and turned her head.
"Joan!" cried Kate.
Anguish made her voice loud, and from the loudness Joan shrank, for there was never a harsh sound in the cave except the growl of Bart warning away danger.