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'My angel Simmuns! murmured Miggs 'he promised 'Promised! Well, and I'll keep my promise, answered Simon, testily. 'I mean to provide for you, don't I? Stand up! 'Where am I to go? What is to become of me after my actions of this night! cried Miggs. 'What resting-places now remains but in the silent tombses!

"Hark from the Tombses," murmured Barbara. "And so you'll both come!" said Fannie. "Why, as I say, Miss Fannie, thass the question, fo' there's the care o' my flock, you know." "De laymbs," put in Virginia, "de laymbs is bleeds to be fed, you know, Miss Fannie, evm if dey is black."

"Well, now, remember, the Tombses mustn't know a breath about this. You'll find Johanna in the kitchen. She'll have to give you her room and sleep on the floor in Miss Barb's; she'll be glad of the excuse " "Thaank you, Miss Fannie," replied Virginia, with amiable complacency, "but we 'llowin' to soj'u'n with friends in town." "O, indeed! Well" Arrangements for a later conference were made.

Why, I wanted to give him this four-leaf clover as a sort o' pleasant hint. Don't you see?" "I reckon he'll try what luck there is in odd numbers," said Ravenel, and they quickened their homeward step. John went to tea at the Tombses in no mood to do himself credit as a guest. His mother was still reminding him of it next day when they alighted at home.

"O thunder!" he thought, but only said, "Why, mother, what's the matter?" "Ah! my son, that's what I wonder. Why have you shunned me all day? Am I " "There are the Tombses waiting at their gate," interrupted the son. The aged pair had hurried away from the train on foot to have their house open for Sister March.

The ole 'Squieh, he married a Jasper, an' thass how come the Tombses is remotely alloyed to the Mahches on the late Jedge's side, an' to you, Miss Barb, on Miss Rose's Montgomery side, an' in these times, when cooks is sca'ce an' butlehs is yit mo' so, it seem to me it seem to me, Miss Fannie, like yo' letteh was a sawt o' sawt o' " "Macedonian cry," said Fannie.

'I wish you was in the silent tombses, I do, cried Mr Tappertit, 'and boxed up tight, in a good strong one. Here, he cried to one of the bystanders, in whose ear he whispered for a moment: 'Take her off, will you. You understand where?

I just declare it's an outrage on the rights of a plain old family chills-and-fever doctor, for a lot of you folks to be havin' these here sneakin' nerve and brain things that calomel an' quinine can't O! here's Johanna." On his way through town again, with the black maid beside him in his battered top buggy, he paused at the Tombses' gate, hailed by the fond old Parson. "You haven't got her?