" Then, after reading it aloud, she said, "You see, I've only got
six mo' lines of paper, an' I haven't got room to tell all that
happened to her, an' what become of her. How would you wind up, if you
were me?"
"I b'lieve I'd say, she furgive her sisters, an' married the prince,
an' lived happy ever afterwards, like 'Cinderilla an' the Little Glass
Slipper.'"
"Oh, Dumps, you're such er little goose; that kind of endin' wouldn't
suit my story at all," said Diddie; "but I'll have to wind up somehow,
for all the little girls who read the book will want to know what
become of her, an' there's only six lines to wind up in; an' she's
only a little girl, an' she can't get married; besides, there ain't
any prince in Nu Orlins. No, somethin' will have to happen to her. I
tell you, I b'lieve I'll make a runaway horse run over her goin'
home."
"Oh, no, Diddie, please don't," entreated Dumps; "po' little Nettie,
don't make the horse run over her."
"I'm obliged to, Dumps; you mustn't be so tender-hearted; she's got
ter be wound up somehow, an' I might let the Injuns scalp her, or the
bears eat her up, an' I'm sure that's a heap worse than jes er horse
runnin' over her; an' then you know she ain't no sho' nuff little
girl; she's only made up out of my head.
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