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118 Caramel Cottage. Afterwards they went out together, and Katrine hoped that the un- pleasantness between them was at an end. She was standing at the front gate late in the afternoon, leokitib up and down the solitary road, which was no better than a wide field path, when ‘Tod and I shot out of the dark grove by Caramel’s Farm, and made up to her. ““ You look hot and tired,” she said to us. ‘So would you, Miss Barbary, if you had been scouring the fields in search of Don, as we have,” answered ‘Tod, who was in a desperate mood. At that moment Mr. Barbary caine swinging round the corner of the short lane that led to the high road, his guest following him. ‘They nodded to us and went in at the gate. “ You do not happen to have seen anything of our Newfoundland dog to-day, I suppose, Mr. Barbary ?” questioned Tod. “No, I have not,” he answered. ‘‘ My daughter mentioned to me that he had strayed away.” “Strayed away or been stolen,” corrected ‘Tod. ‘‘ The dog was a favourite, and it has put my father out more than you’d believe. He thinks the Standishes may have got him: especially if it is they who were out in the night.” “‘ Shouldn’t wonder but they have,” said Mr. Barbary. Standing by in silence, | had been wondering what had come to Mr. Reste. He leaned against the porch, listening to this, arms folded, brow lowering, face dark, not a bit hke his own pleasant self. “T am about the neighbourhood a good deal; Ill not fail to keep a look-out,” said Mr. Barbary, as we were turning away. ‘‘ He wasa fine dog, and might prove a temptation to the Standishes; but I should be inclined to think it is more likely that he has strayed to a distance than that they have captured him. ‘They might find a difficulty in concealing a large, powerful dog such as he is.” ‘““Not they; they are deep enough for any wicked action,” con- eluded Tod, as we went onwards. It was tea-time then at Caramel Cottage, and they sat down to take it. Mr. Barbary was sociable and talked of this and that; Edgar Reste spoke hardly a word; Katrine busied herself with the tea-pot and cups. At dusk Ben Gibbon came in, and Katrine was sent to bear Joan company in the kitchen. Brandy and whiskey were put upon the table, Joan being called to bring in hot and cold water. They sat drinking, as Katrine supposed, and talking together in covert tones for two hours, when Gibbon left; upon which, Katrine was graciously told by her father she might return to the parlour. Her head ached badly, she felt ill at ease, and when supper was over went up to bed. But she could not get to sleep. About eleven o’clock, as she judged it to be, loud and angry sounds arose. Her father and Mr. Reste had renewed their dispute—what- CORNICE OO KS, (eC)