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I feel so sorry for our Uncle Bill. I wish we could find him." "And I wish we could find Uncle Simon and Aunt Sallie," added Mart. "But still we like it here," he hastened to add, lest Bunny and Sue might think he and his sister did not care for all that Mr. and Mrs. Brown had done for them. In the week that followed Mr. Treadwell, when he was not working in Mr.

As a last resort, despairing of victory in the real, he plunged after the wild chivalric dream of independence; of Mexican and Cuban conquest; of an endless realm and a reopened slave-trade or at least of holding the cotton mart of the world. It is all in vain.

Through the early mist that morning an old shepherd was making his way home from a late mart, when he encountered what he swore was 'the wraith o' a great muckle moss-trooper wi' his marrow ahint him ridin' the ae black horse. Arrived at home, he roused his wife, and imparted his information. 'Whisht, man, hand your whisht, retorted she. 'Noo get intil your ain bed.

During breakfast Jake was humble about the fright the ladies had received in his house, explaining how he thought he had acted for the best; at which Clallam and Mart said that in a rough country folks must look for rough doings, and get along as well as they can; but Elizabeth said nothing.

A faint smile lighted Bertha's pale face. "I don't think they'll take it so hard as all that." "Are you goin' to Sibley?" asked Mart, an anxious tone in his voice. "I thought of it. Mother is going over to-night, and I rather guess I'll run over with her. I've never been back, you see, since that night."

"But why are you staying here? Why didn't you make for the road up the mountain? What are you watching for, anyway?" asked Drake. "Go to it, Ruth," Ventnor grinned. "Tell 'em. After all it was YOUR party you know." "Mart!" she cried, blushing. "Well it wasn't ME they admired," he laughed. "Martin!" she cried again, and stamped her foot. "Shoot," he said. "I'm busy. I've got to watch."

I'll cross my heart and hope to die if I didn't!" "If Pa asks me " Lydia said inexorably. For a few moments they all walked together in the dark. Then Len said suddenly: "Say, Mart, I saw Rod Parker to-night. He was down town, and he asked me how my pretty sister was!" "Did he?" Martie spoke carelessly, but her heart leaped.

The sources of their wealth, therefore, as well as of the means of their existence, were derived from the exchange of their India commodities, and from their acting as the great carriers of Europe. From these two circumstances, their cities, and especially Amsterdam, became the great mart of Europe: its merchants had commercial transactions to an immense amount with all parts of the world.

"I guess we can do that act just as well without water as with it," said Mart with a smile. "An audience likes to see real water on the stage, but we can use some in the pump, I guess. Now then, boys and girls, are you all going to be in the new play, 'Down on the Farm?" "Yes, I am! I am! So'm I!" came the answers, and Mart laughed and put his hands over his ears.

"Peaches don't grow in the winter," objected Bunny, who had been on his grandfather's farm often enough to know this. "We could make believe our show was in summer," said Sue. "Yes, or you could make believe your play took place down south, where it's always warm," added Mart, "and you could have this for an orange tree." "Oh, no! That wouldn't do!" laughed Mr. Treadwell.