"
He listened, and walked a few steps further.
"Wisht I was a bird, I'd get up in that tree. Wisht I had a raven to
bring me my supper--s'pose I'll starve and die too."
"Bubbles, where are you?" called Mr. Dallas. He heard a scrambling
overhead, and a delighted reply.
"Hyah, sah, hyah I are."
He looked all around, but did not see her.
"Where are you?" he asked again.
"On de roof, sah."
"Well, why don't you get down?"
"Ain't no way, sah; done tucken de ladder away."
Mr. Dallas found the ladder and put it up, and Bubbles scrambled down.
"Have you been up there all this time?"
"Yas, sah," said Bubbles, scraping one foot with the bare toes of the
other.
"How came the ladder down?"
"Miss Dimple done did it."
"What for?"
Bubbles hung her head, and began scraping the other foot.
"What for?" again asked Mr. Dallas.
"I done stole," said Bubbles, solemnly.
"And she did it to punish you?"
"Yas, sah."
Mr. Dallas could not avoid smiling, but he said, "Go along into the
house, and tell Mrs. Dallas about it. By the way, didn't you see any one
looking for you?"
"No, sah. I was clean tuckered a waitin', and I went to sleep. 'Specs
they came then mebbe."
"Well, go along," he said, and Bubbles started for the house, while he
went to bring home the girls.
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