`` 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 Ben with masculine brevity . `` Got to carry this home , hang the old thing . '' `` Where to ? '' `` Batchelor 's , down yonder , '' and the boy pointed to a farm-house at the foot of the next hill .
`` Goin ' that way , take it XXXXX along . ''
Bab Babby Batchelor Ben Brown Hullo Joslyn Ma farm-house right