Gratia's Trials — page 116: what you’re looking at

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GRATIA’S TRIALS. 107 as told me it was none of my business, She will find that I mean to make it such,” ‘* But, Alberta 4 “Don't bother me with questions, mamma,” sharply inter- posed the dutiful daughter. ‘‘ There she goes now, and I shall follow her.” ‘* But you can tell me how long you will be gone ?” ‘*As long as she is—neither more nor less !” As Alberta spoke she ran down stairs. And as the hack containing Gratia Kempfield_turned the corner of the street, a light cab whirled after it. | Miss Falconer had managed matters most adroitly. Nota moment of time was to be lost ; and she had lost none, CHAPTER XX. GRATIA AND HER BROTHER, The snow lay white and spotless on the fields that winter day, with a red glow shining over it from the setting sun, as Gratia Kempfield once more walked up the old familiar lane. ‘‘What will they say to me?” she asked herself. ‘‘ How shall I answer them? What will Raymond be doing when I see him first ?” She had. often pictured to herself the glad rapture of this meeting, but now that it was so close at hand, her heart stood still with an awe which no words can express. Old Leo, the farm dog, heard her light footstep on the crusted snow, and came feebly out of his kennel wagging his bushy tail, his menacing bark changed to a tremulous whine of canine greeting. He jumped up on her, and strove to lick her gloved hands. ** Down, old Leo !” she said, softly patting his head. ‘‘ Poor dog, good dog, you at least know me again—you are glad to welcome me home.” (E(@) - Comicbooks