Ben had her out in a jiffy , and vainly tried to comfort her ; but she was past any consolation he could offer , and roared dismally as she wrung her tingling hands , with great drops running over her cheeks almost as fast as the muddy little rills ran down the road . `` Oh dear , oh dear ! I 'm all stinged up , and I want my supper ; and my feet ache , and I 'm cold , and every thing is so horrid ! '' wailed the poor child lying on the grass , such a miserable little wet bunch that the sternest parent would have melted at the sight . `` Do n't cry so , Babby ; I was real cross , and I 'm sorry . I 'll forgive you right away now , and never shake you any more , '' cried Ben , so full of pity for her tribulations that he forgot his own , like a generous little man . `` Shake me again , if you want to ; I know I was very bad to tag and lose Sanch . I never will any more , and I 'm so sorry , I do n't know what to do , '' answered Bab , completely bowed down by this magnanimity . `` Never mind ; you just wipe up your face and come along , and we 'll tell Ma all about it , and she 'll fix us as nice as can be . I should n't wonder if Sanch got home now before we did , '' said Ben , cheering himself as well as her by the fond hope . `` I do n't believe I ever shall . I 'm so tired my legs wo n't go , and the water in my boots makes them feel dreadfully . I wish that boy would wheel me a piece . Do n't you s ` pose he would ? asked Bab , wearily picking herself up as a tall lad trundling a barrow came out of a yard near by . `` Hullo , Joslyn ! '' said Ben , recognizing the boy as one of the `` hill fellows '' who came to town Saturday nights for play or business . `` Hullo , Brown ! '' responded the other , arresting his squeaking progress with signs of surprise at the moist tableau before him . `` Where goin ' ? ''
asked XXXXX with masculine brevity .
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