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"Phœbe," he cried when he caught sight of her as she stooped to gather goldenrod that fringed the woods. "Why, David, what's the matter?" she asked as she stood erect and faced him. "You angel!" he cried, taking her hands in his and spilling the goldenrod over the ground. "You angel!" he said again, and the full gratitude of his heart shone from his eyes. "You bought Mother Bab's sight!

She shared his joy at Mother Bab's restored sight but when he began to thank her for her part in it she disclaimed all credit and asked questions to lead him from the subject of the operation. The girl seemed interested in all he said yet there was a restraint in her manner. For the first time in his life David was baffled by her attitude.

Do, Bab, to please me," he persisted, awkwardly trying to fasten the ornament in the middle of Bab's' white apron. "Then I will. Now do you forgive me for losing Sancho?" asked Bab, with a wistful look which made Ben say, heartily, "I did that when he came home." "And you don't think I'm horrid?"

"I want to be right there when he takes it off. I want you to see me first, since David isn't here." Long after that day it seemed to her that she could hear Mother Bab's glad, sweet voice saying, "I can see!" "I can see!" The words were electric in their effect. Phœbe gave an ecstatic "Oh!" then hushed as her lips trembled. "You win," the big doctor said to her. "Oh, no, not I! You!

"Oh, goody! that's because we told her how we found the little window under the woodbine, and didn't try to go in, though we might have just as easy as not," cried Betty, appeased at once, for, after a ten years' acquaintance, she had grown used to Bab's peppery temper. "I suppose the coach will be all dust and rats and spiders, but I don't care.

I wanted the fun of beating, but I don't care a bit for this girl's thing and I'd rather see it on you." As he spoke, Ben offered the rosette of green ribbon which held the silver arrow, and Bab's eyes brightened as they fell upon the pretty ornament, for to her "the girl's thing" was almost as good as the victory. "Oh no; you must wear it to show who won. Miss Celia wouldn't like it.

Just then Royal began to play and the music floated in to us. It was Traumerei. Mother Bab's tired face relaxed as she leaned back to listen to the piercingly sweet melody. David looked at me I knew he was asking whether the player was Royal Lee. "Oh, Davie," Mother Bab said innocently as the music ended, "if only you could play like that!"

It was warm, but the figure had fallen forward on its face. As Bab's hand slipped along over the object that lay so still on the hard ground, an even greater horror seized her. Her hand had come in contact with a skirt. The figure was that of a woman! Barbara dropped on her knees beside the figure. She gently turned the body over until it was face upward. One long stare at the face was enough.

Bab's had a meteoric career and was worthy of much longer life, but Babcock had too high an idealization of what San Francisco wanted. He emulated the Parisian restaurants in oddities, one of his rooms being patterned after the famous Cabaret de la Mort, and one dined off a coffin and was lighted by green colored tapers affixed to skulls.

Bab's was long and thin, with a very pointed thumb, Betty's short and wide, with a stubby thumb, and all their mother's pulling and pressing could not make them look alike, to the great affliction of the little knitters. Ben, however, assured them that he rather preferred odd ones, as then he could always tell which was right and which left.