The little girls clapped and stamped enthusiastically , while Sancho , who had been calmly surveying the show , barked his approval as he leaped up to snap at Ben 's feet . `` Come down and tell what you did up at the Squire 's . Was he cross ? Did you have to work hard ? Do you like it ? '' asked Bab , when the noise had subsided . `` It 's cooler up here , '' answered Ben , composing himself in the frame , and fanning his hot face with a green spray broken from the tall bushes rustling odorously all about him . `` I did all sorts of jobs . The old gentleman was n't cross ; he gave me a dime , and I like him first-rate . But I just hate ` Carrots ; ' he swears at a feller , and fired a stick of wood at me . Guess I 'll pay him off when I get a chance . '' Fumbling in his pocket to show the bright dime , he found the torn page , and remembered the thirst for information which had seized him in the morning . `` Look here , tell me about this , will you ? What are these chaps up to ? The ink has spoilt all but the picture and this bit of reading . I want to know what it means . Take it to 'em , Sanch . '' The dog caught the leaf as it fluttered to the ground , and carrying it carefully in his mouth , deposited it at the feet of the little girls , seating himself before them with an air of deep interest . Bab and Betty picked it up and read it aloud in unison , while Ben leaned from his perch to listen and learn . '' ` When day dawned , land was visible .
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