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Catherwood, Mary Hartwell, 1847-1902

"Old Caravan Days"

They went outside where the ill-looking youth was still
shouting, and were crowded back against the wagon by a group now
beginning to struggle in.
Robert proposed that they walk all around the outside, and try to
catch another glimpse of Fairy Carrie.
They walked behind the wagon. A surly dog chained under it snapped
out at them. Aunt Corinne said she should like to see Fairy Carrie
again, but Ma Padgett would be looking for them.
At this instant the little creature appeared back of the tent.
Whether she had crept under the canvas or knew some outlet to the
air, she stood there fanning herself with her hands, and looking up
and about with an expression which was sad through all the dusk.
Corinne and Robert Day approached on tiptoe. Fairy Carrie continued
to fan herself with her fingers, and looked at them with a dull gaze.
"Say!" whispered aunt Corinne, indicating the interior of the tent,
"is he your pa?"
Fairy Carrie shook her head.
"Is your ma in there?"
Fairy Carrie again shook her head, and her face creased as if she
were now determined in this open air and childish company to cry and
be relieved.
"Can't you talk?" whispered aunt Corinne.


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