Maurice was compelled to quicken his steps in order to keep up to the long strides of the anxious woman. Suddenly he halted. "Missis Wilson," he said, "you fergot to take that last pan o' cookies out'a the oven.",
He led the way to the house, Maurice following meekly with the market-basket, eyes running tears and throat burning.,
"There it is!" said Miss Acton. "Give me a sea as smooth as our lawn, and I will accompany you, my dear.".
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