Girls -- Juvenile fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Juvenile fiction
Billy's curious talk never failed to interest Keineth. She knew that it
was not Friday and it was not the thirteenth and wondered what Billy
ever meant! But she never asked him; something in the scornful
superiority with which Billy treated all girls made Keineth very shy
with him. She wished they might be better friends, for she felt very
sure that it would be great fun to share with him the exciting
adventures Billy seemed always to find! Vaguely she wondered what she
could do that might put her on an equal footing with this
freckled-faced lad who was, after all, only two years older than she
was!
"Jim stepped on the nail yesterday--what's that got to do with to-day!"
Peggy answered teasingly, "Well, we were going to hike to-day," Billy
explained, too doleful to indulge in retort. "And all the other fellows
are doing something else."
"Billy--Billy," called Alice from around the corner. "Just see what I
found!" She ran toward them, holding in her hand a dirty, ragged piece
of leather.
"Where'd you find that?" demanded Billy, taking it from her.
"It's--why, jiminy crickets--it's one of my best shoes!"
Billy meant that it had been!
"Pilot!" the children cried, looking at one another.
"That's what mother used to scold about Rex doing," Peggy recalled.
"Why couldn't he eat my old ones!" groaned Billy, throwing the leather
off into some bushes. He felt troubled--he remembered that he had left
the shoes out on the floor of his dressing room. It was all his fault,
but Pilot would be blamed!
"What can we do?" asked Keineth, sensing a tragedy.
"I don't care anything about the shoes," answered Billy, "'cause I'd
just as soon wear these old ones as not--what d' I care about shoes?
But mother'll say that we can't keep the dog!"
"He's only on trial--" Peggy broke in sadly.
"If you girls could keep it a secret we'd give Pilot another chance--"
"Alice is sure to tell! She can't keep anything!"
"I can keep a secret! You just try me!"
"Well, then," Billy lowered his voice mysteriously, "not a word! You
just cross your hearts that you won't tell a word! We'll give Pilot
another chance!"
Solemnly the three girls crossed their hearts. Billy went off then in
search of some amusement of his liking, leaving them with the burden of
the secret.
It weighed upon them through the day. And the more heavily when at noon
time the cook from Clark's tapped upon the kitchen door and reported
with great indignation that "jes' while her back was turned a minute
that there dog had stolen her leg she was about to be carvin' and had
gone off with it like he was possessed."
"Your leg--well, now!" cried Nora, all sympathy. "Faith--not my _own_
leg, but a leg of lamb!" wept the other, "and what the mistress will be
a sayin' I don't know!"
"Where is that dog?" Mrs. Lee had sternly asked of the children. No one
knew. Keineth and Peggy exchanged troubled glances and then fixed
frowning eyes upon Alice.
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