I shall go in myself if you come out."
"Well, you wouldn't go more than three feet then, I can tell you," and Rudolph
was right about that. It was only because he hated to give the thing up, even
more than the girls hated to have him, that made him persevere. "Well, here
they are at last!" he cried exultingly, a few moments later; "one, two three,
four of them, perfect little beauties too. And they must belong to Betsy;
they're just like her."
"Bring one out, bring one out!" called both the children, and fairly dancing
with delight.
"Bring out your grandmother! It's all I can manage to bring myself out,
without holding on to a puppy."
"Very well," Tattine called back, with her usual instant acceptance of the
inevitable, "but I know what," and then she was off in a flash, with Mabel
following closely to find out what WHAT might be.
It was Joseph the gardener whom Tattine wanted, and she found him where she
thought she would, killing potato-bugs in the kitchen-garden.
"What do you think, Joseph? Betsy has a beautiful set of little setters under
the piazza. Come quick, please! and see how we can get them out."
Joseph followed obediently. "Guess we'll have to let them stay there till they
crawl out," said Joseph; "Betsy'll take as good care of them there as
anywhere," whereupon the children looked the picture of misery and despair.
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