n what I says he says
I've fixed her up fine. She thinks a heap of that dorg I
know that ain't spelled right but it's the way he said it
don't she says he I reckon says I Well says he you tell her
to look for him in the pit of the old mill says he. And then
he larf LAUGHED I was bound I'd get it Miss Hildy I don't
see why they spell a thing g and say it f and went away. And
I run after him to make him tell me what he d been up to and
climbin over the wall I ketched my foot on a stone and the
stone come down on my foot and me with it and I didn't know
anything till Simon had gone and my foot swoll up so s I
couldn't walk and I wouldnt a minded its hurtin Miss Hildy
but it s like there wornt no bones in it Pink says I sprante
it bad and I started to go over to the Farm on all fours to
tell ye but I didn't know anythin g agin and Pink made me
come back. We couldnt nether on us get hold of Will but now
we got him I hope he l go straite, Miss Hildy Pink wanted to
write this for me but I druther write myself you aint punk
tuated it she says. She can punk tuate it herself better n I
can I an ti cip ate I says. From

ZERUBBABEL CHIRK

P.S. I wisht I could get him out for ye Miss Hildy.

If Bubble's letter was funny, Hilda had no heart to see the fun. Her
tears flowed fast as she realized the fate of her pretty little pet and
playfellow. The vindictive wretch, too cowardly to face her again, had
taken his revenge upon the harmless little dog. All day long poor Jock
had been in that fearful place! He was still only a puppy, and she knew
he could not possibly get out if he had really been thrown into the pit
of the great wheel. But--and she gave a cry of pain as the thought
struck her--perhaps it was only his lifeless body that was lying there.
Perhaps the ruffian had killed him, and thrown him down there
afterwards. She started up and paced the walk hurriedly, trying to think
what she had best do. Her first impulse was to fly at once to the glen;
but that was impossible, as she must not, she felt, leave Dame Hartley.
No one was near: they were quite alone. Again she said, "I must wait; I
_must_ wait till Farmer Hartley comes home." But the waiting was harder
now than it had been before. She could do nothing but pace up and down,
up and down, like a caged panther, stopping every few minutes to throw
back her head and listen