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Chapter I | |
Myra's Dreadful Children | 5 |
Chapter II | |
Pigs, Cabbages and—Mr. Robert Grey | 11 |
Chapter III | |
At the Shrine of Joe Smith | 19 |
Chapter IV | |
The Clan | 29 |
Chapter V | |
The Wall that Parted | 37 |
Chapter VI | |
Joe Smith's Choice | 41 |
Chapter VII | |
Periwinkle Breaks the Ice | 49 |
Chapter VIII | |
"Even Unto Bethlehem" | 55 |
Miss Hetty Maise, having spent the night in fitful spells of slumber, atlast awakened by the beams of sunlight, sat up in bed with a start,quite unrefreshed and possessed of an uncomfortable feeling thatsomething unpleasant was about to happen. A venturesome sunbeam, castingits light upon a picture on the heavy walnut dresser, seemed to recallthe cause of her sleepless night and present uneasy state of mind.Drawing her lips tightly together she frowned severely at theinquisitive intruder.
"Those children," she thought, "Myra's dreadful children! If theminister himself hadn't insisted that it was my plain duty to take themI shouldn't have done it. It seems almost a sin to take in two childrenwho have been circus performers."
Miss Hetty was up by this time, for she hated to be idle. In fact theminister's son had once remarked that she was accustomed to stir hercake batter while she was reading her Bible; but then the minister's sonwas inclined to be irreverent at times.
But even he would have felt sorry for Miss Hetty this morning. To adopttwo children when you know nothing whatever about their care was by nomeans a pleas