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I'm not quite sure that you are as modest as you pretend to be. But, Uncle Phil " "Yes?" "Will you look up those verses and tell me what you think, the next time you come?" "I promise you I will, Dorrie; and now au revoir!" He touched the bell to call the nurse, then waved her a last good- by and quietly left the room.

Dorrie, however, was a young person of spirit and resource, and she did not mean to be done. One of the trestles that supported the secondary exhibits of toys had rather come to grief, and had been patched up temporarily with stout twine.

The following day the Seabrooks arrived, and our "brown-eyed lassie" was very happy to have so many of her school friends around her; but it was impossible not to see how pale and worn Mrs. Seabrook looked, and that Dorrie had failed not a little. After a few days, however, the child appeared to improve a trifle, and everybody else began to look refreshed and hopeful once more. Dr.

"Waking up, Nan, and stretching and learning to stand alone. I'm ready now to to walk. I dare say I'll wobble, but I don't care I want to begin." A sense of danger filled Nancy she often felt afraid of Joan, or for Joan, she was not sure which it was. "I think you'll do nothing that will trouble and disappoint Aunt Dorrie," she said, using the weapon of the weak.

"Of course, of course, my child. Very indiscreet of me but I was taken off my guard." Then "My dears, will you kiss me?" This to the children keeping their courage up by clinging together. "No," Joan replied in a tone entirely free from bad manners but weighted with simple truth; "Joan likes to kiss Auntie Dorrie." The inference stiffened Mrs. Tweksbury and caused Doris a qualm. "And you?"

"A strange woman is Mary," Doris confided to Nancy; "nothing seems to make any impression upon her." Nancy opened her lovely blue eyes wide at this. "Why, Aunt Dorrie," she replied, "Mary would die for us and never mention it. She's made that still, faithful way." Doris smiled, but did not change her mind.

It was when she was suffering the most that Joan could harden and frighten Nancy. She was lashing herself to duty when she sent the whip cracking. Martin accompanied Doris to Dondale. He was "Uncle David" to the children and part of their happy lives. "Take take good care of Aunt Dorrie," Nancy pleaded with him at parting, her poor little face distorted by the effort she was making. "You bet!"

At sight of her, Dorrie hastily wiped the blackboard, and the juniors fled to their own form-rooms, suppressing flags and musical instruments on the way. Miss Willough gazed at them meditatively, but made no comment, and the Sixth, hurrying to a literature lesson, had no time to offer explanations.

"Not what I have done," the lady interposed, with gentle emphasis. "I understand and I have been trying to thank God every moment since my return," he said, "but you claim to be His messenger, or instrument, and surely we cannot ignore that fact. I left Dorrie pale and wasted to a mere shadow, scarcely able to move or help herself in any way.

"Where do you get your appointment as general manager of the matter, Dorrie? You certainly don't get it from me!" "Leaving it to be inferred " "I leave nothing to be inferred," declared her brother, righteously indignant. "Dorrie, you absolutely must get off that habit of carving your own kin in order to keep up the edge of your tongue.

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