Waifs and Strays
Waifs and Strays
Twelve Stories
The Red Roses of ToniaRound The CircleThe Rubber Plant's StoryOut of NazarethConfessions of a HumoristThe Sparrows in Madison SquareHearts and HandsThe CactusThe Detective DetectorThe Dog and the PlayletA Little Talk About MobsThe Snow Man
Book Excerpt
eing three seasons passed into oblivion.
"Put on your old hat and come, Tonia," they urged.
"For Easter Sunday?" she answered. "I'll die first." And wept again.
The hats of the fortunate ones were curved and twisted into the style of spring's latest proclamation.
A strange being rode out of the brush among them, and there sat his horse languidly. He was stained and disfigured with the green of the grass and the limestone of rocky roads.
"Hallo, Pearson," said Daddy Weaver. "Look like you've been breaking a mustang. What's that you've got tied to your saddle--a pig in a poke?"
"Oh, come on, Tonia, if you're going," said Betty Rogers. "We mustn't wait any longer. We've saved a seat in the buckboard for you. Never mind the hat. That lovely muslin you've got on looks sweet enough with any old hat."
Pearson was slowly untying the queer thing on his saddle. Tonia looked at him with a sudden hope. Pearson was a man who created hope. He got the thing loose and handed i
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