I hated to tell you before, hoping shed waittill I
could earn some.
Black and silent the forestwaved away to the dim
boundaries.
Edd Denmeade, backwoodsman, wild-bee
hunter!
It was somethingelse, strangely akin to a mingling
of amaze and relief.
Mertie was noted for her fleetnessof
foot.
Ive been initiated into the
wild-beefraternity.
Mertie, however, could not forget
herself.
Lucy, I think I hear Allie calling us
tosupper.
Or else I dontknow that little old
disease.
The door swept open and Clara rushed out with a cry
of welcome. What had come to her under its looming shadow?
Theyroused emotion that the streets and houses of
the city could not reach. Her victory overenvironment had come too late. Next Edd
came striding out of the willows, down into the gully.
I dont care who or what has done it, cried Lucy,
embracing her again.
Mertiehad torn the bright silk dress and was
inconsolable. Henever chopped down a bee tree in his life. Course it ought to fall
to Bert,seem hes the reason for this here storm party.
The Denmeades, however, might as well have been
snowed in.
Denmeade for once manifested their womanly
appreciation ofher goodness to them. Henever chopped down a bee tree in his life.
She laughed and retorted:Howdy, wild-bee hunter! Joe came crawling to them through
the bushes.
Mertie was just a crazy country girl whod been
badly influenced, wenton Lucy. Theyroused emotion that the streets and houses of the
city could not reach.