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 “Yes, I know her telephone voice,” said the small person. “I like it myself. I stand and listen sometimes when she’s talkin’ just to see how much sweetness can be put into the way she says things.”

“And about your father, because he is your father, I’d think, it would be my judgment, that if this money and this land is a gift to you from the Bee Master, I should think——”

“Of course you should!” interrupted the little Scout Master. “Anybody would think that they’d let me have a horse out of it. Couldn’t we keep him here?”

“I don’t know how far the city limits extend,” said Jamie, “but we’ll investigate. We’ll keep that a secret between us and we’ll investigate it. We’ll see what we can do. If you think it isn’t likely that they would agree to your having a horse in town, don’t say anything about it. Let’s just keep it under our hats and see what we can figure out ourselves.”

“All right,” said the little person. “I won’t say a word to them. We’ll see what we can figure out. And I believe now that I’d better go home. Maybe Doctor Grayson telephoned Dad, Maybe he’s waiting for me. Maybe Mother would like to see me. And just maybe they haven’t taken him away yet.”

“I’m sorry,” said Jamie. “I’m awfully sorry, but I happen to know that they have. You mustn’t build any hopes on that. I happen to know that he’s gone.”

The little person stood still staring hard at the zinnia