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The three Littell girls reached "home" without being detected, and then perched merrily on an old trunk to watch Libbie prowl about after Betty. A five-minute search failed to reveal her, and Libby gave up. "All safe, you may come in!" they called in unison. No Betty appeared, and they shouted again. "Well, if that isn't queer!" Louise looked at Bobby in doubt.
He parted from the woman, threw her and her friends off his track and lay low for a fresh "shadow" on Redalli, and in due time he got on the track of his man. Several days passed, and Cad and Oscar followed their lead. Our hero several times met the woman Libbie Van Zant and made her feel very good.
To-day Betty found it impossible to fix her mind on the brisk discussions, and half in a dream heard Libbie flunk dismally. When next she was conscious of what was going on about her she had been turning Libbie's troubles over and over in her mind without result Miss Jessup was speaking to her class about the "association of ideas."
A peculiar fan-shaped box near a window attracted Betty's attention, apparently being a built-in box. "I'll hide there," she resolved, running lightly over to it. Louise and Esther and Bobby were already stowed away in various corners, and Betty slipped into the box noiselessly. Libbie ceased counting.
But during this silence she put the keystone in the arch of thoughts she had been building up for many days; and when Margaret was again calm in her sorrow, Libbie said, "Mrs. Hall, I should like would you like me to come for to live here altogether?" Margaret Hall looked up with a sudden light in her countenance, which encouraged Libbie to go on. She was going on, but Mrs. Hall interrupted her.
When tea was ready, Libbie was called downstairs, with a rough but hearty invitation, to share their meal; she sat mutely at the corner of the tea-table, while they went on with their own conversation about people and things she knew nothing about, till at length she ventured to ask for a candle, to go and finish her unpacking before bedtime, as she had to go out sewing for several succeeding days.
Then Sarah Libbie would resort to less ephemeral offerings, scarves, wristers, mittens, patiently knitted from blue wool and representing such an endless number of stitches that Jack never viewed them without elation.
She drew herself up before Bob could stop her, and, raising the window as high as it would go, scrambled over the sill. "It's fine come on in," she laughed back at the others. "Cunning office and no one in it. I suppose the owner has gone out to see us rescued." Bob lifted up Libbie, who was the shortest, and, one after the other, the girls climbed in, Bob following last.
"W'iles Mars Jeems wuz co'tin' Miss Libbie, two er de han's on de plantation had got ter settin' a heap er sto' by one ernudder. One un 'em wuz name' Solomon, en de yuther wuz a 'oman w'at wukked in de fiel' 'long er 'im I fe'git dat 'oman's name, but it doan 'mount ter much in de tale nohow.
An' then you can leave if you want. Talk about an old-fashion' Thanksgivin'. My!" "Who has she got?" Libbie Liberty burst out, basting the turkey. "I declare, I'm nervous as a witch, I'm so curious!" And then the clock struck twelve, and a minute after we heard Calliope tinkle a silvery summons on the call-bell.
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