" He then picked
it up and it went off, but did no harm except to put a hole in
his hat which was on the floor.
"Now see here, Bab," he observed, looking angry, because it
was a new one--the hat. "I know you, and I strongly suspect you
put that Gun there. And no blue eyes and white frock will make
me think otherwise. And if so, why?"
"I am alone a good deal, Carter," I said, in a wistfull
manner, "as my natural protecters are usualy enjoying the flesh
pots of Egypt. So it is natural that I should wish to be at
least fortified against trouble."
_He then put the revolver in his pocket_, and remarked that
he was all the protecter I needed, and that the flesh pots only
seemed desirable because I was not yet out. But that once out I
would find them full of indigestion, headaches, and heartburn.
"This being grown-up is a sort of Promised Land," he said,
"and it is always just over the edge of the World. You'll never
be as nice again, Bab, as you are just now. And because you are
still a little girl, although `plited,' I am going to kiss the
tip of your ear, which even the lady who ansers letters in the
newspapers could not object to, and send you up to bed.
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