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"Oh, dadda, isn't it beautiful?" exclaimed Janice, delightedly, as they rode down the hill to the bridge over Stony Creek. "What? Where?" demanded that worthy, looking about in all directions. "The fields, and the trees, and " "Can't ye keep your thoughts from gadding off on such nonsense, Jan?" cavilled her father, fretfully, his gouty foot putting him in anything but a sweet mood.
Philemon, with a sad face, took her hand. "I'll not make it the harder for you by protests or appeals, Janice," he said, "for, however it may pain me, I wish to spare you." "Oh, don't, please," she sobbed. "If you if you would only blame me." "I can't do that," he replied simply. "And and 't is as well, perhaps.
The ration issued to each prisoner on that particular afternoon consisted of only a half-pound of salt pork and a handful of beans; and as she had frequently done before, Janice set out to make a tour of the straggling farms of the neighbourhood, in the hope of purchasing milk, eggs, or other supplies to eke the scanty fare.
Although Nelson Haley was touched by Lottie's sad condition, and by anything else going on about him that had the personal note in it, Janice thought the Poketown school-teacher showed very little public spirit. She began to realize that his overseeing of the reading-room and library was inspired by his wish to please her instead of his actual interest in the institution.
Some thought the boys might take advantage of our good nature and be ill-behaved." "So they continue to hang around the hotel sheds and the stores," pursued Janice, thoughtfully, without meaning to be critical. "Boys will get together in a club, or gang. Daddy used to say they were naturally gregarious, like some birds." "Yes," said the minister, slowly.
"I want to see little Sophie, and and her mother." "Whatever you say, Miss," agreed the woodsman. They followed a rather rough street coveward, but arrived safely at the small collection of cottages, in one of which the Narnays lived. Jim Narnay was evidently without money, for he sat on the front stoop, sober and rather neater than Janice was used to seeing him.
"He sees the trays of coins," continued Frank Bowman, waxing enthusiastic with his own story, "and while the committeemen are downstairs, and before Nelson comes in, he takes the coins." "Why before Nelson entered?" asked Janice sharply. "Because Nelson tells me that he did not see the trays on the table in the committee room when he looked in there.
Janice did not sit down again just then, nor did she reply. She rested both trimly-gloved hands on the rail and gazed upon the scene. "Why, it's beautiful!" she breathed at last. "And that is Poketown!" Some ancient dwellings have the dignity of "homestead" resting upon them like a benediction; others are aureoled by the name of "manor."
But he came away from there a long, long time ago." "Yes? I knowed there was Days in Poketown; but I ain't been there myself for goin' on twelve year. I lived there a year, or so, arter my man died, with my darter. She's teached the Poketown school for twenty year." "Oh!" cried Janice. "Then you can't really tell me what Poketown is like now?"
"Say! you'd ought to have somethin' besides your fingers ter scratch around them plants." "Yes, and a pair of old gloves, Marty," agreed Janice, ruefully. "Huh! Ain't that a girl all over? Allus have ter be waited on. I wisht you'd been a boy cousin I jest do! Then we'd git these 'taters done 'fore night." "And how about getting the carrots weeded, Marty?" she returned, laughing at him.
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