She held her doll tightly to her breast for comfort.
The little red squirrel, flirting along the low stone wall, seemed to
peer at her as though to say; "This is where I live. But where do you
live? You can't live here; I won't have it." Juliet began to shiver
with cold.
"Oh, goodness," she whispered to Anna, "I'm going to catch it when I
get home."
But to start for home again in the gloom, took more courage than she
had left her. Grasping her umbrella, her five pennies, and her doll,
she retreated to the middle of the road. "Mr. Jeminy," she cried, "Mr.
Jeminy, where are you?"
The silence, more ghostly than before, was not to be endured. "Mr.
Jeminy," she called at the top of her voice, "Mr. Jeminy, Mr. Jeminy,
Mr. Jeminy.
"Oh, please come back."
She was saved the ignominy of tears. For at that moment she heard from
down the road a sound of wheels, and the beat of hoofs. And presently
a farm wagon, drawn by an old white horse, approached her in the
twilight.
"Well, bite me," said the farmer, peering at her over the front of the
wagon.
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