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Title: Her Prairie Knight
Author: B.M. Sinclair, AKA B. M. Bower
Posting Date: October 10, 2008 [EBook #1908]
Release Date: September, 1999
Language: English
Character set encoding: ASCII
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HER PRAIRIE KNIGHT
By B.M. Sinclair, AKA B. M. Bower
CONTENTS
1. Stranded on the Prairie
2. Handsome Cowboy to the Rescue
3. Tilt With Sir Redmond
4. Beatrice Learns a New Language
5. The Search for Dorman
6. Mrs. Lansell's Lecture
7. Beatrice's Wild Ride
8. Dorman Plays Cupid
9. What It Meant to Keith
10. Pine Ridge Range Ablaze
11. Sir Redmond Waits His Answer
12. Held Up by Mr. Kelly
13. Keith's Masterful Wooing
14. Sir Redmond Gets His Answer
HER PRAIRIE KNIGHT
CHAPTER 1. Stranded on the Prairie.
"By George, look behind us! I fancy we are going to have a storm." Four
heads turned as if governed by one brain; four pairs of eyes, of varied
color and character, swept the wind-blown wilderness of tender green,
and gazed questioningly at the high-piled thunderheads above. A
small boy, with an abundance of yellow curls and white collar, almost
precipitated himself into the prim lap of a lady on the rear seat.
"Auntie, will God have fireworks? Say, auntie, will He? Can I say
prayers widout kneelin' down'? Uncle Redmon' crowds so. I want to pray
for fireworks, auntie. Can I?"
"Do sit down, Dorman. You'll fall under the wheel, and then auntie would
not have any dear little boy. Dorman, do you hear me? Redmond, do
take that child down! How I wish Parks were here. I shall have nervous
prostration within a fortnight."
Sir Redmond Hayes plucked at the white collar, and the small boy retired
between two masculine forms of no mean proportions. His voice, however,
rose higher.
"You'll get all the fireworks you want, young man, without all that
hullabaloo," remarked the driver, whom Dorman had been told, at the
depot twenty miles back, he must call his Uncle Richard.
"I love storms," came c
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