Excerpt from Prince Dusty: A Story of the Oil Regions Poor Arthur obeyed; and, as he walked slowly toward the only place in the world he could call his home, great tears rolled down his cheeks. When the other children, who were hiding in the bushes, saw them they called out, Cry-baby! Cry-baby! Only little Cynthia ran out and put her arm about his neck and said she was sorry; but Dick pulled her roughly away. Another time when Cynthia asked Arthur to build a house for her dolls, under the roots Of a great tree that had blown down just on the edge of the woods back of the house, he, being an Obliging lit tle soul, consented at once to do so. Under the huge mass of roots and earth they played happily enough at making believe it was a cave, and Cynthia was radiant with delight over the beautiful time they were having. For a little while Arthur experienced the novel feeling of being perfectly happy. Then, all of a sudden, a shower of earth and gravel came rattling down on them from above, and with it came a mocking chorus of Girl-boy Girl-boy Look at the girl-boy playing with dolls and little Cynthia be gan to my over the ruin of her beautiful baby-house. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.