“Well, why don’t you go along, Mrs. Lancaster? Don’t prize babies have attendants?”,
He was a queer figure with his bandaged head, one eye peering out, and a long, dripping red quilt trailing behind him. “I found the bed flooded, and put the comfort round me; but someway that’s wet, too.” He could hardly speak for shivering.,
Yet almost before the prayer was breathed the child with incredible swiftness scudded across the bending board and stood safe by his side!.
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