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"Is anything wrong, Arabella?" she whispered. "I I don't know. No; but somethin' awful's happened, or goin' to happen I don't know which." Without another word the girl opened the door leading to the hall. She looked in at the sitting-room door as she passed. "Mother, Arabella's coming upstairs with me for a few minutes," she called. "We'll be down soon."

Any other woman in the township would have expressed surprise at Miss Arabella's remarkable position, and evident perturbation, but the silent Mrs. Munn looked at her unconcernedly. "Somethin' awful's happened, Harriet!" cried Miss Arabella. "Hannah's got her orphant, an' what d'ye s'pose it's like?" "It's got red hair," ventured Mrs. Munn, undisturbed. "Red hair!

Bareheaded, her wondrous auburn hair disordered, her face blurred with half-dried tears, the poor woman met me half-way, skipping across the gangway on to the now almost deserted quay. "Something awful's happened," she gasped. "What?" I asked, a sudden tightness in my throat. "That's the worst of it. I don't know. And the County doesn't know." "Tell me as well as you can."

Hurd and Judy Cassidy were moving helplessly about the room. At the sight of their friend the latter cried out, "Now praise the saints, here's the dear young lady. Come in, Miss Murray! Och, wurra, wurra, it's a black day for this house, indade!" Gladys was sitting on the old lounge beside the stove awkwardly holding the baby. "Oh, Miss Murray," she cried shrilly. "Somethin' awful's happened!

"Sumpen awful's gwine to happen, Miss Edie," he said, in a sepulchral tone. Edith broke into a sudden reckless laugh, and said, "I think something awful is happening about as fast as it can. But never mind, Hannibal, we'll watch to-night, and perhaps he will come again." "Oh, Miss Edie, I'se hope you'll 'scuse me. I couldn't watch for a spook to save my life.

"I do know," said Frances. "I remember. You'll have to bear it." "You haven't had to bear it for fourteen years." "You'll have to bear it," Frances repeated, "till Anthony sends him out again. That's all it amounts to." She waited till the children were in bed and she was alone with Anthony. "Something awful's happened," she said, and paused hoping he would guess. "I don't know how to tell you."

It was just before bed-time that Eliot told them the awful thing. "I suppose you know," he said, "that Pinkney's mother's dying?" "I didn't," said Jerrold. "But I might have known. I notice that when you're excited, really excited, something awful's bound to happen.... Don't cry, Anne. It was beastly of us, but we didn't know." "No. It's no use crying," said Eliot. "You can't do anything."