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While this was being devoured, the two friends conversed of many things. Among others, Miss Stivergill touched on the subject of her progenitors, and made some confidential references to her mother, which her friend received with becoming sympathy. "Yes, my dear," said Miss Stivergill, in a tone of unwonted tenderness.

The firemen battled there during the greater part of that night, and finally gained the victory; but, before this happy consummation was attained, poor Miss Lillycrop's home was gutted and her little property reduced to ashes. In these circumstances she and her little maid found a friend in need in Miss Stivergill, and an asylum in Rosebud Cottage.

As she turned round, Tottie's tawdry bonnet had fallen off in her efforts to raise the baby towards the outstretched hands of her mistress, while the cabman stood looking on with amiable interest. Catching up the bonnet, Miss Stivergill placed it on the child's head, back to the front, twisted the strings round her head and face anyhow lifted her and her charge into the cab, and followed them.

"Now, Tottie dear," said Mrs Bones firmly, "when I heard you tell all about that Rosebud Cottage, an' the treasure Miss Stiffinthegills " "Stivergill, mother." "Well, Stivergill. It ain't a pretty name, whichever way you put it.

"Now," she added, "you know how to cut yourself free, no doubt." "Well, you are a trump!" exclaimed Bones, rapidly touching his bonds at salient points with the keen edge. In a few seconds he was free. "Now, go away," said Miss Stivergill, "and don't let me see you here again."

She threw it down, and when Bones recovered consciousness he found himself securely tied and seated in a chair in the Rosebud kitchen the policeman looking at him with interest, and the domestics with alarm. Miss Stivergill regarded him with calm severity. "Now he's quite safe, ma'am, but I can't venture to take 'im to the station alone.

Miss Stivergill, to whom nothing seemed difficult, and who had by that time stopped her share in the noise, went into a cupboard and fetched thence a coil of rope. "I meant it to be used in the event of fire," she said quietly to her friend, who had thrown herself flat on her bed, "but it will serve other purposes as well. There, policeman."

"Boy," said Miss Stivergill in stern tones, on the occasion of her first visit to the hospital in which Pax was laid up for a short time after his adventure, "you're a good boy. I like you. The first of your sex I ever said that to." "Thank you, ma'am.

He was too bold a villain to be frightened by women, and he knew that sleeping country-folk are not quickly roused to succour the inmates of a lonely cottage. Darting into the room, he tumbled over chairs, tables, work-boxes, fire-irons, and coal-scuttle. "Ring!" said Miss Stivergill sharply.

He endeavoured to screen himself behind the labourers, and was obviously unable to restrain his glee. "But what's come of 'im, ma'am?" asked the farmer impatiently. "Escaped!" answered Miss Stivergill. "Escaped!" echoed everybody, looking furtively round, as though they supposed he had only escaped under the dresser or into the keyhole.

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