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"Well! to please you both!" choked Janice, trying to swallow the sobs. "But but Come on! let's go home. Just think how worried Aunt 'Mira will be." So they shook hands with the telegraph operator and Janice thanked him heartily.
When I was a gal we wouldn't have been allowed to have so much freedom where the young fellers was consarned." Janice was quite used to Mrs. Scattergood's sharp tongue; but it was hard to bear her strictures on this occasion. "I hope it is not wrong for me to show my friend that I trust and believe in him," she said firmly, and nodding good-bye, turned abruptly away.
Let's do it, Uncle that's a dear!" The man looked around dumbly; he hunted in his rather slow mind for some excuse some reason for withdrawing from the venture that Janice proposed. "I I dunno as I would wake up " "I'll wake you. I'll come to your door and scratch on the panel like a mouse gnawing. Aunt 'Mira will never hear." "No. She sleeps like the dead," admitted Uncle Jason.
"Hi! here comes somebody else up the road," shouted Marty, from outside. Janice ran, hoping to see a team. It was only a single figure struggling through the snow. "By jinks!" exclaimed Marty. "It's the teacher." "It is Mr. Haley," murmured Janice. The young collegian, well dressed for winter weather, waved his hand when he saw them, and struggled on.
Turning the bend in the road the 'cycle flashed into view, along with a whisp of dust. A young man rode the machine a young man who looked entirely different from the youths of Poketown. Janice looked at him with interest as he flashed past. She thought he was going so fast that he would never notice her curiosity.
She rang her bell vigorously then and Janice flew to its answering. "I dreamed of Jack," said the old lady, looking up with a smile. "I dreamed we was each ridin’ on camels in a merry-go-round." Janice smiled too, and then set briskly to work to put the room in order and arrange its occupant for the day. "Did there come any mail?"
Certainly the outlook from her window was glorious; therefore her faith in life itself and in Poketown and her relatives was renewed as she gazed out upon the beautiful picture fresh-painted by the fingers of Dawn. All out-of-doors beckoned Janice. She hurriedly made her toilet, crept down the squeaking stairs, and softly let herself out, for nobody else was astir about the old Day house.
Price and Maggie did their best to hide the major's missteps, but the children on the streets, seeing the local magnate making heavy work of his journey back up the hill, would giggle and follow on behind, an amused audience. This was another victim of the change in Polktown's temperance situation. Poor Major Price "Hi, Janice!
"What's the matter, Marty?" she asked, lightly. "Matter? Ain't nothin' the matter," grunted the boy. "Why, Marty! you're crying!" gasped Janice, suddenly. "Ain't neither!" growled the boy, wiping his rough coat sleeve across his eyes. "Snow's blowed in 'em." "That's more than snow, Marty," was Janice's confident remark. "Huh!" snorted Marty. "Girls allus know so much!"
Janice helped him lift the bag out of the window. He dragged it along the roof toward the chimney that now vomited black smoke and flames in a very threatening volume. Fortunately the light wind drifted it away from the main part of the house. "Oh, Gummy, you'll be burned to death and then what will your mother say?" cried Janice. Gummy was so much in earnest that he did not even laugh at this.
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