There were plenty of stores
in Bentley; some of them might sell handkerchiefs for eleven cents. She
glanced dubiously along the road leading to the town, and noticed that
the sun was nearly out of sight behind the hills.
"But it stays light ever and ever so long after the sun sets," she
murmured, "and it didn't seem a bit far when I rode to town with Aunt
S'mantha. I guess this store is most part way. Anyhow, I just must have
a bandana!" she added, as she once more caught sight of her soiled
apron and muddy shoes.
She straightened her sun-bonnet, and started resolutely forward again.
She had grown to feel that the proposed purchase was in some way a
reparation due to Aunt Samantha, and she could not give it up. On and
on trudged the tired little feet, aching wearily at last, but never
hesitating nor turning back. It seemed a long way, though.
"Wonder if I wont ever and ever come to where the houses get thicker,"
she murmured. "When I keep a store I'll build it on the edge somewhere,
so folks wont have to walk so far to get to it."
After a time, the buildings did nestle more closely together, and,
somewhat comforted, she stopped a moment to rest.
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