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Book, page 41 / 353 she said, "an' it isn't any fun unless you can make believe, so I lit the woodpile and pretended it was a fort, an' Big Abel, he was an Injun with the axe for a tomahawk; but the woodpile blazed right up, an' the Major came runnin' out. He asked Dan who did it, an' Dan wouldn't say 'twas me,--an' I wouldn't say, either,--so he took Dan in to whip him. Oh, I wish I'd told! I wish I'd told!" "Hush, Betty," said Mrs. Ambler, and she called to the Governor in the hall, "Mr. Ambler, Betty has set fire to the Major's woodpile!" Her voice was hopeless, and she looked up blankly at her husband as he entered. "Set fire to the woodpile!" whistled the Governor. "Why, bless my soul, we aren't safe in our beds!" "He whipped Dan," wailed Betty. "We aren't safe in our beds," repeated the Governor, indignantly. "Julia, this is really too much." "Well, you will have to ride right over there," said his wife, decisively. "Petunia, run down and tell Hosea to saddle his master's horse. Betty, I hope this will be a lesson to you. You shan't have any preserves for supper for a week." "I don't want any preserves," sobbed Betty, her apron to her eyes. "Then you mustn't go fishing for two weeks. Mr. Ambler, you'd better be starting at once, and don't forget to tell the Major that Betty is in great distress--you are, aren't you, Betty?" "Yes, ma'am," wept Betty. The Governor went out into the hall and took down his hat and riding-whip. "The sins of the children are visited upon the fathers," he remarked gloomily as he mounted his horse and rode away from his supper.
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