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Brother and sister started after the little feathered songster, which was making a queer, chirping noise. Then Jan suddenly called: "Oh, here's another!" And, surely enough, there was a second bird acting almost as was the first fluttering along, half hopping and half flying through the grass. "We'll get 'em both!" yelled Teddy, and he and Jan hurried along.
"I can't guess at it at all," she presently said. "Please to tell me." "Then don't you go and drop down in a fit when you hear it," was the rejoinder of Jan. "I suppose it is Fred himself." The words took her utterly by surprise. Not at first did she understand their meaning. She stared at Jan, her eyes and her mouth gradually opening. "Fred himself?" she mechanically uttered. "I suppose so.
"My good woman, what's took you?" cried Peckaby, in a tone of compassionating suavity. "You ain't no wife of mine. My wife's miles on her road by this time. She's off to New Jerusalem on a white donkey." A new actor came up to the scene no other than Jan Verner. Jan had been sitting up with some poor patient, and was now going home.
Ruth said suddenly, stopping halfway up the path, "we've got to find a name for that dog right away!" It was a very serious matter, so the children sat on the lowest step of the porch and Jan squatted before them. He wished he could help by telling his name and about the Hospice, but all he could do was to sit still and look from one eager little face to the other.
Hook, the labourer's wife. The woman had been ailing for some time; partly from natural illness, partly from chagrin for her daughter Alice was the talk of the village and she had now become seriously ill. On this day Mr. Bourne had accidentally met Jan; and, in conversing upon parish matters, he had inquired after Mrs. Hook. "Very much worse," was Jan's answer.
Gradually the picture began to burn through the artificial dusk, gradually its glories became more perceptible. Begun by Hubert in 1420 and finished by Jan in 1432, its pristine splendour has vanished; and the loss of the wings the Adam and Eve are in Brussels, the remaining volets in the Berlin Museum is irreparable despite the copies.
Beside those fateless candles were the harvest harbingers, the plates on which was growing Saint Barbara's grain so vigorous and so freshly green that old Jan rubbed his hands together comfortably as he said to the Vidame: "Ah, we need have no fears for the harvest that is coming in this blessed year!"
It was so like Fay so like her to give no address. And should the tall, thin gentleman fail to appear, what was Jan to do? She could hardly go about the ship asking if one "Peter" had come to fetch her. How would she find Fay?
Is it not manifest how precious it is to carry on God's work in this way, even with regard to the obtaining of means? From Dec. 10, 1845, to Jan. 25, 1847, being thirteen months and a half, I have received, solely in answer to prayer, nine thousand two hundred and eighty-five pounds.
Our guide was a taciturn, loose-limbed fellow, but had nice eyes and a charming manner; he helped us on to our horses, and off we went. Jan was rather anxious at the start, for he had done very little riding since childhood; but his horse was quiet, and soon he had persuaded himself that he was a cavalier from birth. Jo was riding astride for the second time in her life.
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