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"That's pa-part of it! to to think that I I didn't 'know'; and now it has c-come when I never really had f-f-faith to be-believe it would. I do-don't d-deserve it," sobbed the girl, with another helpless outburst. While Katherine is patiently waiting and working for the return of a more tranquil frame of mind, let us take a backward glance and follow Jennie on her eventful trip to Boston.

"W-What are you d-doing in this m-man's house?" he shouted, his shrill voice breaking into a ferocious shriek, as he blinked and pointed at his frightened wife. Captain Pott was so surprised that he merely gaped at the infuriated little man. "Harry, please don't!" pleaded Mrs. Beaver, drawing back against the wainscoting. "C-Come out of h-here!" hissed her husband.

"C-come and read to me won't you come and read?" "Of course I will!" "C-call to mind the first book you read to me, Cynthy?" "It was 'Robinson Crusoe," she said. "'R-Robinson Crusoe. Often thought of that book. Know some of it by heart. R-read it again, sometime, Cynthy?" She looked up at him a little anxiously. His eyes were on the great hill opposite, across Coniston Water.

As they started for the stairs, Jethro and Cynthia leading the way, Wetherell felt a touch on his elbow and turned to confront Mr. Bijah Bixby at very close range, as usual. "C-come down at last, Will?" he said. "Thought ye would. Need everybody this time you understand." "I came on pleasure," retorted Mr. Wetherell, somewhat angrily. Mr. Bixby appeared hugely to enjoy the joke.

"C-come, little g-g-girl, what's up?" She made no response, her lips faltering as though suddenly stricken dumb. Beth Norvell dropped down from the pony's back, and stood with one hand resting on Mercedes' shoulder. "She only came to show me the way," she explained bravely. "I-I have a most important message for Mr. Winston. Where is he?" "Important, d-did you s-s-say?"

It was opened by Jethro Bass himself! "How do you do, Mr. Bass," said the young man, gravely, and he held out his hand. Jethro gave him such a scrutinizing look as he had given many a man whose business he cared to guess, but Bob looked fearlessly into his eyes. Jethro took his hand. "C-come in," he said.

"Not particularly," answered Mr. Wetherell, whose throat was dry. "C-come over for the drive c-come over for the drive?" "Yes," replied the storekeeper, rather faintly. "H-how's Cynthy?" said Jethro. The storekeeper was too astonished to answer. At that moment there was a heavy step in the doorway, and Lem Hallowell entered the room.

"A a musical ghost?" giggled Laura hysterically, but Billie pinched her into silence. "Keep still," she cried. "There it is again!" The girls listened to the eeriest, weirdest music they had ever heard, and Violet slipped shivering under the covers and hid her face with the sheet. "C-come out of that," cried Billie, pulling at the sheet.

The Injun's gun wasn't in s-sight anywheres." "Houck's a bad actor," Dud said. "Yes." Blister came back to the order of the day. "All right, boys. Shifts of three hours each, then. T-turn an' turn about. You two take this knoll here. If you see anything movin' that looks suspicious, blaze away. We'll c-come a-runnin'." Bob had drunk at supper two cups of strong coffee instead of his usual one.

If you will come down to the store, I will pay you twenty dollars wages in advance, and later on I will give you another twenty. You are a good fellow, and I want to help you; but I am sure you are wrong in this case. I know it was Dic who fired the shot. Now, think for a moment. Wasn't it Dic?" "We-well, c-come to think a-a-about it, I believe you're right. Damned if I don't.