[Illustration: "WHERE'S BOBADAY?"]
Zene cracked his whip over the gray and the white, and the wagon
rumbled ahead rapidly, jarring against roots, and ends of decayed
logs, turning short in one direction, and dipping through a long
sheltered mud-hole to the very wheel-hubs, brushing against trees and
under low branches until guttural remonstrances were scraped out of
the cover, and finally descending into an abrupt hollow, with the
carriage rattling at its hind wheels.
Grandma Padgett had been through many experiences, but she felt she
could truly say to her descendants that she never gave up so entirely
for pure joy in her life as when she saw Robert and Corinne sitting
in front of a fire built against a great stump, and talking with a
fat, silly-looking man who leaned against a cart-wheel.
CHAPTER XV.
THE SPROUTING.
"Why, Bobaday Padgett," exclaimed aunt Corinne, "if there isn't our
wagon--and Ma Padgett."
Both children came running to the carriage steps, and their guardian
got down, trembling. She put her arms around them, and after a silent
hug, shook one in each hand.
The fire illuminated wagon and carriage, J. D. Matthew's cart, and
the logs and bushes surrounding them.
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