"She'll always be
looking at my hands to see if they're clean and--and--Oh, I don't want
Aunt Emeline to come!" he exclaimed.
"She never likes to have me run," said Nan, and her voice was gloomy.
"She won't want me to have the other girls in here to play up in the
attic, and she doesn't believe in eating cookies between meals!"
"It's going to be awful--terrible!" exclaimed Bert. "I know what I'm
going to do!" he declared desperately.
"What?" asked Nan, in a frightened sort of voice.
"I'm going to run away, like Mr. Hickson's boys did!" Bert went on.
"You can run away with me if you want to, Nan!" he added. "I'm going
to be a cowboy and you can be the cook at the ranch."
"What ranch?" asked Nan.
"The one mother is going to get by Uncle Watson's will," explained her
brother. "That's where I'm going to run to. I wouldn't run away to
just any old place, but mother and father won't mind if I run off to
our own ranch. They'll be glad to see me. Will you come, Nan?"
His sister shook her head.
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