Trying to be as good and gentle did not satisfy her ; she must do something brave or surprising , and no chance for distinguishing herself in that way seemed likely to appear . Betty was as fond as ever , and the boys were very kind to her ; but she felt that they both liked `` little Betcinda , '' as they called her , best , because she found Sanch , and never seemed to know that she had done any thing brave in defending him against all odds . Bab did not tell any one how she felt , but endeavored to be amiable , while waiting for her chance to come ; and , when it did arrive , made the most of it , though there was nothing heroic to add a charm . Miss Celia 's arm had been doing very well , but would , of course , be useless for some time longer . Finding that the afternoon readings amused herself as much as they did the children , she kept them up , and brought out all her old favorites enjoying a double pleasure in seeing that her young audience relished them as much as she did when a child for to all but Thorny they were brand new . Out of one of these stories came much amusement for all , and satisfaction for one of the party . `` Celia , did you bring our old bows ? '' asked her brother , eagerly , as she put down the book from which she had been reading Miss Edgeworth 's capital story of `` Waste not Want not ; or , Two Strings to your Bow . '' `` Yes , I brought all the playthings we left stored away in uncle 's garret when we went abroad . The bows are in the long box where you found the mallets , fishing-rods , and bats . The old quivers and a few arrows are there also , I believe . What is the idea now ? asked Miss Celia in her turn , as Thorny bounced up in a great hurry . `` I 'm going to teach Ben to shoot . Grand fun this hot weather ; and by-and-by we 'll have an archery meeting , and you can give us a prize . Come on , Ben . I 've got plenty of whip-cord to rig up the bows , and then we 'll show the ladies some first-class shooting . '' `` I ca n't ; never had a decent bow in my life . The little gilt one I used to wave round when I was a Coopid was n't worth a cent to go , '' answered Ben , feeling as if that painted `` prodigy '' must have been a very distant connection of the respectable young person now walking off arm in arm with the lord of the manor . `` Practice is all you want .
I used to be a capital shot , but I do n't XXXXX I could hit any thing but a barn-door now , '' answered Thorny , encouragingly .
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