"I’llhavetogodowntomyofficetogetsomemedicine，Kronborg。Thedrugstorewon’tbeopen。Keepthecoversonher。Iwon’tbegonelong。Shakedownthestoveandputonalittlecoal，butnottoomuch；soit’llcatchquickly，Imean。Findanoldsheetforme，andputittheretowarm。"

Thedoctorcaughthiscoatandhurriedoutintothedarkstreet。Nobodywasstirringyet，andthecoldwasbitter。

Hewastiredandhungryandinnomildhumor。"Theidea！"hemuttered；"tobesuchanassathisage，abouttheseventh！Andtofeelnoresponsibilityaboutthelittlegirl。

Sillyoldgoat！Thebabywouldhavegotintotheworldsomehow；theyalwaysdo。Butanicelittlegirllikethat——she’sworththewholelitter。Wheresheevergotitfrom——"HeturnedintotheDukeBlockandranupthestairstohisoffice。

TheaKronborg，meanwhile，waswonderingwhyshehappenedtobeintheparlor，wherenobodybutcompany——usuallyvisitingpreachers——everslept。Shehadmo—

mentsofstuporwhenshedidnotseeanything，andmo—

mentsofexcitementwhenshefeltthatsomethingunusualandpleasantwasabouttohappen，whenshesawevery—

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thingclearlyintheredlightfromtheisinglasssidesofthehard—coalburner——thenickeltrimmingsonthestoveitself，thepicturesonthewall，whichshethoughtverybeautiful，theflowersontheBrusselscarpet，Czerny’s"DailyStudies"whichstoodopenontheuprightpiano。

Sheforgot，forthetimebeing，allaboutthenewbaby。

Whensheheardthefrontdooropen，itoccurredtoherthatthepleasantthingwhichwasgoingtohappenwasDr。Archiehimself。Hecameinandwarmedhishandsatthestove。Asheturnedtoher，shethrewherselfwearilytowardhim，halfoutofherbed。Shewouldhavetumbledtothefloorhadhenotcaughther。Hegavehersomemedi—

cineandwenttothekitchenforsomethingheneeded。Shedrowsedandlostthesenseofhisbeingthere。Whensheopenedhereyesagain，hewaskneelingbeforethestove，spreadingsomethingdarkandstickyonawhitecloth，withabigspoon；batter，perhaps。Presentlyshefelthimtakingoffhernightgown。Hewrappedthehotplasteraboutherchest。Thereseemedtobestrapswhichhepinnedoverhershoulders。Thenhetookoutathreadandneedleandbe—

gantosewherupinit。That，shefelt，wastoostrange；

shemustbedreaminganyhow，soshesuccumbedtoherdrowsiness。

Theahadbeenmoaningwitheverybreathsincethedoctorcameback，butshedidnotknowit。Shedidnotrealizethatshewassufferingpain。Whenshewascon—

sciousatall，sheseemedtobeseparatedfromherbody；tobeperchedontopofthepiano，oronthehanginglamp，watchingthedoctorsewherup。Itwasperplexingandunsatisfactory，likedreaming。Shewishedshecouldwakenupandseewhatwasgoingon。

ThedoctorthankedGodthathehadpersuadedPeterKronborgtokeepoutoftheway。Hecoulddobetterbythechildifhehadhertohimself。Hehadnochildrenofhisown。Hismarriagewasaveryunhappyone。AsheliftedandundressedThea，hethoughttohimselfwhatabeauti—

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fulthingalittlegirl’sbodywas，——likeaflower。Itwassoneatlyanddelicatelyfashioned，sosoft，andsomilkywhite。Theamusthavegotherhairandhersilkyskinfromhermother。ShewasalittleSwede，throughandthrough。

Dr。Archiecouldnothelpthinkinghowhewouldcherishalittlecreaturelikethisifshewerehis。Herhands，solit—

tleandhot，soclever，too，——heglancedattheopenexer—

cisebookonthepiano。Whenhehadstitcheduptheflax—

seedjacket，hewipeditneatlyabouttheedges，wherethepastehadworkedoutontheskin。Heputonherthecleannightgownhehadwarmedbeforethefire，andtuckedtheblanketsabouther。Ashepushedbackthehairthathadfuzzeddownoverhereyebrows，hefeltherheadthought—

fullywiththetipsofhisfingers。No，hecouldn’tsaythatitwasdifferentfromanyotherchild’shead，thoughhebelievedthattherewassomethingverydifferentabouther。Helookedintentlyatherwide，flushedface，frecklednose，fiercelittlemouth，andherdelicate，tenderchin——theonesofttouchinherhardlittleScandinavianface，asifsomefairygodmotherhadcaressedherthereandleftacrypticpromise。Herbrowswereusuallydrawntogetherdefiantly，butneverwhenshewaswithDr。Archie。Heraffectionforhimwasprettierthanmostofthethingsthatwenttomakeupthedoctor’slifeinMoonstone。

Thewindowsgrewgray。Heheardatrampingontheatticfloor，onthebackstairs，thencries："Givememyshirt！""Where’smyotherstocking？"

"I’llhavetostaytilltheygetofftoschool，"hereflected，"orthey’llbeinheretormentingher，thewholelotofthem。"

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II

ForthenextfourdaysitseemedtoDr。Archiethathispatientmightslipthroughhishands，dowhathemight。Butshedidnot。Onthecontrary，afterthatsherecoveredveryrapidly。Asherfatherremarked，shemusthaveinheritedthe"constitution"whichhewasnevertiredofadmiringinhermother。

Oneafternoon，whenhernewbrotherwasaweekold，thedoctorfoundTheaverycomfortableandhappyinherbedintheparlor。Thesunlightwaspouringinoverhershoulders，thebabywasasleeponapillowinabigrocking—chairbesideher。Wheneverhestirred，sheputoutherhandandrockedhim。Nothingofhimwasvisiblebutaflushed，puffyfore—

headandanuncompromisinglybig，baldcranium。Thedoorintohermother’sroomstoodopen，andMrs。Kronborgwassittingupinbeddarningstockings。Shewasashort，stalwartwoman，withashortneckandadetermined—lookinghead。Herskinwasveryfair，herfacecalmandunwrinkled，andheryellowhair，braideddownherbackasshelayinbed，stilllookedlikeagirl’s。ShewasawomanwhomDr。Archierespected；active，practical，unruffled；good—

humored，butdetermined。Exactlythesortofwomantotakecareofaflightypreacher。Shehadbroughtherhus—

bandsomeproperty，too，——onefourthofherfather’sbroadacresinNebraska，——butthisshekeptinherownname。

Shehadprofoundrespectforherhusband’seruditionandeloquence。Shesatunderhispreachingwithdeephumility，andwasasmuchtakeninbyhisstiffshirtandwhiteneck—

tiesasifshehadnotironedthemherselfbylamplightthenightbeforetheyappearedcorrectandspotlessinthepul—

pit。Butforallthis，shehadnoconfidenceinhisadminis—

trationofworldlyaffairs。Shelookedtohimformorning<p12>

prayersandgraceattable；sheexpectedhimtonamethebabiesandtosupplywhateverparentalsentimenttherewasinthehouse，torememberbirthdaysandanniver—

saries，topointthechildrentomoralandpatrioticideals。

Itwasherworktokeeptheirbodies，theirclothes，andtheirconductinsomesortoforder，andthissheaccom—

plishedwithasuccessthatwasasourceofwondertoherneighbors。Assheusedtoremark，andherhusbandad—

miringlytoecho，she"hadneverlostone。"Withallhisflightiness，PeterKronborgappreciatedthematter—of—fact，punctualwayinwhichhiswifegotherchildrenintotheworldandalonginit。Hebelieved，andhewasrightinbelieving，thatthesovereignStateofColoradowasmuchindebtedtoMrs。Kronborgandwomenlikeher。

Mrs。Kronborgbelievedthatthesizeofeveryfamilywasdecidedinheaven。Moremodernviewswouldnothavestartledher；theywouldsimplyhaveseemedfoolish——

thinchatter，liketheboastsofthemenwhobuiltthetowerofBabel，orlikeAxel’splantobreedostrichesinthechickenyard。FromwhatevidenceMrs。Kronborgformedheropinionsonthisandothermatters，itwouldhavebeendifficulttosay，butonceformed，theywereunchangeable。

Shewouldnomorehavequestionedherconvictionsthanshewouldhavequestionedrevelation。Calmandeven—

tempered，naturallykind，shewascapableofstrongpre—

judices，andsheneverforgave。

WhenthedoctorcameintoseeThea，Mrs。Kronborgwasreflectingthatthewashingwasaweekbehind，andde—

cidingwhatshehadbetterdoaboutit。Thearrivalofanewbabymeantarevisionofherentiredomesticschedule，andasshedroveherneedlealongshehadbeenworkingoutnewsleepingarrangementsandcleaningdays。Thedoctorhadenteredthehousewithoutknocking，aftermakingnoiseenoughinthehalltopreparehispatients。Theawasreading，herbookproppedupbeforeherinthesun—

light。

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"Mustn’tdothat；badforyoureyes，"hesaid，asTheashutthebookquicklyandslippeditunderthecovers。

Mrs。Kronborgcalledfromherbed："Bringthebabyhere，doctor，andhavethatchair。Shewantedhiminthereforcompany。"

Beforethedoctorpickedupthebaby，heputayellowpaperbagdownonThea’scoverlidandwinkedather。

Theyhadacodeofwinksandgrimaces。Whenhewentintochatwithhermother，Theaopenedthebagcautiously，tryingtokeepitfromcrackling。Shedrewoutalongbunchofwhitegrapes，withalittleofthesawdustinwhichtheyhadbeenpackedstillclingingtothem。TheywerecalledMalagagrapesinMoonstone，andonceortwiceduringthewintertheleadinggrocergotakegofthem。Theywereusedmainlyfortabledecoration，aboutChristmas—time。

Theahadneverhadmorethanonegrapeatatimebefore。

Whenthedoctorcamebackshewasholdingthealmosttransparentfruitupinthesunlight，feelingthepale—greenskinssoftlywiththetipsofherfingers。Shedidnotthankhim；sheonlysnappedhereyesathiminaspecialwaywhichheunderstood，and，whenhegaveherhishand，putitquicklyandshylyunderhercheek，asifsheweretryingtodosowithoutknowingit——andwithouthisknowingit。

Dr。Archiesatdownintherocking—chair。"Andhow’sTheafeelingto—day？"

Hewasquiteasshyashispatient，especiallywhenathirdpersonoverheardhisconversation。Bigandhand—

someandsuperiortohisfellowtownsmenasDr。Archiewas，hewasseldomathisease，andlikePeterKronborgheoftendodgedbehindaprofessionalmanner。Therewassometimesacontractionofembarrassmentandself—

consciousnessalloverhisbigbody，whichmadehimawk—

ward——likelytostumble，tokickuprugs，ortoknockoverchairs。Ifanyonewasverysick，heforgothimself，buthehadaclumsytouchinconvalescentgossip。

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Theacurleduponhersideandlookedathimwithpleasure。"Allright。Iliketobesick。Ihavemorefunthenthanothertimes。"

"How’sthat？"

"Idon’thavetogotoschool，andIdon’thavetoprac—

tice。IcanreadallIwantto，andhavegoodthings，"——

shepattedthegrapes。"IhadlotsoffunthattimeI

mashedmyfingerandyouwouldn’tletProfessorWunschmakemepractice。OnlyIhadtodolefthand，eventhen。

Ithinkthatwasmean。"

Thedoctortookherhandandexaminedtheforefinger，wherethenailhadgrownbackalittlecrooked。"Youmustn’ttrimitdowncloseatthecornerthere，andthenitwillgrowstraight。Youwon’twantitcrookedwhenyou’reabiggirlandwearringsandhavesweethearts。"

Shemadeamockinglittlefaceathimandlookedathisnewscarf—pin。"That’stheprettiestoneyouev—ERhad。

Iwishyou’dstayalongwhileandletmelookatit。Whatisit？"

Dr。Archielaughed。"It’sanopal。SpanishJohnnybroughtitupformefromChihuahuainhisshoe。IhaditsetinDenver，andIworeitto—dayforyourbenefit。"

Theahadacuriouspassionforjewelry。Shewantedeveryshiningstoneshesaw，andinsummershewasalwaysgoingoffintothesandhillstohuntforcrystalsandagatesandbitsofpinkchalcedony。Shehadtwocigarboxesfullofstonesthatshehadfoundortradedfor，andsheimaginedthattheywereofenormousvalue。Shewasalwaysplan—

ninghowshewouldhavethemset。

"Whatareyoureading？"ThedoctorreachedunderthecoversandpulledoutabookofByron’spoems。"Doyoulikethis？"

Shelookedconfused，turnedoverafewpagesrapidly，andpointedto"Mynativeland，good—night。""That，"

shesaidsheepishly。

"Howabout`MaidofAthens’？"

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Sheblushedandlookedathimsuspiciously。"Ilike’Therewasasoundofrevelry，’"shemuttered。

Thedoctorlaughedandclosedthebook。ItwasclumsilyboundinpaddedleatherandhadbeenpresentedtotheReverendPeterKronborgbyhisSunday—Schoolclassasanornamentforhisparlortable。

"Comeintotheofficesomeday，andI’lllendyouanicebook。Youcanskipthepartsyoudon’tunderstand。Youcanreaditinvacation。Perhapsyou’llbeabletounder—

standallofitbythen。"

Theafrownedandlookedfretfullytowardthepiano。

"InvacationIhavetopracticefourhourseveryday，andthenthere’llbeThortotakecareof。"Shepronouncedit"Tor。"

"Thor？Oh，you’venamedthebabyThor？"exclaimedthedoctor。

Theafrownedagain，stillmorefiercely，andsaidquickly，"That’sanicename，onlymaybeit’salittle——old—

fashioned。"Shewasverysensitiveaboutbeingthoughtaforeigner，andwasproudofthefactthat，intown，herfatheralwayspreachedinEnglish；verybookishEnglish，atthat，onemightadd。

BorninanoldScandinaviancolonyinMinnesota，PeterKronborghadbeensenttoasmalldivinityschoolinIndianabythewomenofaSwedishevangelicalmission，whowereconvincedofhisgiftsandwhoskimpedandbeggedandgavechurchsupperstogetthelong，lazyyouththroughtheseminary。HecouldstillspeakenoughSwed—

ishtoexhortandtoburythemembersofhiscountrychurchoutatCopperHole，andhewieldedinhisMoon—

stonepulpitasomewhatpompousEnglishvocabularyhehadlearnedoutofbooksatcollege。Healwaysspokeof"theinfantSaviour，""ourHeavenlyFather，"etc。Thepoormanhadnonatural，spontaneoushumanspeech。Ifhehadhissinceremoments，theywereperforceinarticu—

late。Probablyagooddealofhispretentiousnesswasdue<p16>

tothefactthathehabituallyexpressedhimselfinabook—

learnedlanguage，whollyremotefromanythingpersonal，native，orhomely。Mrs。KronborgspokeSwedishtoherownsistersandtohersister—in—lawTillie，andcolloquialEnglishtoherneighbors。Thea，whohadarathersensitiveear，untilshewenttoschoolneverspokeatall，exceptinmonosyllables，andhermotherwasconvincedthatshewastongue—tied。Shewasstillineptinspeechforachildsointelligent。Herideaswereusuallyclear，butsheseldomattemptedtoexplainthem，evenatschool，wheresheexcelledin"writtenwork"andneverdidmorethanmutterareply。

"Yourmusicprofessorstoppedmeonthestreetto—dayandaskedmehowyouwere，"saidthedoctor，rising。

"He’llbesickhimself，trottingaroundinthisslushwithnoovercoatorovershoes。"

"He’spoor，"saidTheasimply。

Thedoctorsighed。"I’mafraidhe’sworsethanthat。

Ishealwaysallrightwhenyoutakeyourlessons？Neveractsasifhe’dbeendrinking？"

Thealookedangryandspokeexcitedly。"Heknowsalot。Morethananybody。Idon’tcareifhedoesdrink；

he’soldandpoor。"Hervoiceshookalittle。

Mrs。Kronborgspokeupfromthenextroom。"He’sagoodteacher，doctor。It’sgoodforushedoesdrink。He’dneverbeinalittleplacelikethisifhedidn’thavesomeweakness。Thesewomenthatteachmusicaroundheredon’tknownothing。Iwouldn’thavemychildwastingtimewiththem。IfProfessorWunschgoesaway，Thea’llhavenobodytotakefrom。He’scarefulwithhisscholars；

hedon’tusebadlanguage。Mrs。KohlerisalwayspresentwhenTheatakesherlesson。It’sallright。"Mrs。Kronborgspokecalmlyandjudicially。Onecouldseethatshehadthoughtthematteroutbefore。

"I’mgladtohearthat，Mrs。Kronborg。Iwishwecouldgettheoldmanoffhisbottleandkeephimtidy。Doyou<p17>

supposeifIgaveyouanoldovercoatyoucouldgethimtowearit？"ThedoctorwenttothebedroomdoorandMrs。

Kronborglookedupfromherdarning。

"Why，yes，Iguesshe’dbegladofit。He’lltakemostanythingfromme。Hewon’tbuyclothes，butIguesshe’dwear’emifhehad’em。I’veneverhadanyclothestogivehim，havingsomanytomakeoverfor。"

"I’llhaveLarrybringthecoataroundto—night。Youaren’tcrosswithme，Thea？"takingherhand。

Theagrinnedwarmly。"NotifyougiveProfessorWunschacoat——andthings，"shetappedthegrapessig—

nificantly。Thedoctorbentoverandkissedher。

III

Beingsickwasallverywell，butTheaknewfromexperiencethatstartingbacktoschoolagainwasattendedbydepressingdifficulties。OneMondaymorningshegotupearlywithAxelandGunner，whosharedherwingroom，andhurriedintothebackliving—room，betweenthedining—roomandthekitchen。There，besideasoft—coalstove，theyoungerchildrenofthefamilyundressedatnightanddressedinthemorning。Theolderdaughter，Anna，andthetwobigboyssleptupstairs，wheretheroomsweretheoreticallywarmedbystovepipesfrombelow。Thefirst（andtheworst！）thingthatconfrontedTheawasasuitofclean，pricklyredflannel，freshfromthewash。UsuallythetormentofbreakinginacleansuitofflannelcameonSunday，butyesterday，asshewasstayinginthehouse，shehadbeggedoff。Theirwinterunderwearwasatrialtoallthechildren，butitwasbitteresttoTheabecauseshehappenedtohavethemostsensitiveskin。Whileshewastuggingiton，herAuntTilliebroughtinwarmwaterfromtheboilerandfilledthetinpitcher。Theawashedherface，brushedandbraidedherhair，andgotintoherbluecash—

meredress。Overthisshebuttonedalongapron，withsleeves，whichwouldnotberemoveduntilsheputonhercloaktogotoschool。GunnerandAxel，onthesoapboxbehindthestove，hadtheirusualquarrelaboutwhichshouldwearthetighteststockings，buttheyexchangedreproachesinlowtones，fortheywerewholesomelyafraidofMrs。Kronborg’srawhidewhip。Shedidnotchastiseherchildrenoften，butshediditthoroughly。Onlyasome—

whatsternsystemofdisciplinecouldhavekeptanydegreeoforderandquietinthatovercrowdedhouse。

Mrs。Kronborg’schildrenwerealltrainedtodressthem—

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selvesattheearliestpossibleage，tomaketheirownbeds，——theboysaswellasthegirls，——totakecareoftheirclothes，toeatwhatwasgiventhem，andtokeepoutoftheway。Mrs。Kronborgwouldhavemadeagoodchess—

player；shehadaheadformovesandpositions。

Anna，theelderdaughter，washermother’slieutenant。

AllthechildrenknewthattheymustobeyAnna，whowasanobstinatecontenderforproprietiesandnotalwaysfair—

minded。ToseetheyoungKronborgsheadedforSunday—

Schoolwaslikewatchingamilitarydrill。Mrs。Kronborgletherchildren’smindsalone。Shedidnotpryintotheirthoughtsornagthem。Sherespectedthemasindividuals，andoutsideofthehousetheyhadagreatdealofliberty。

Buttheircommunallifewasdefinitelyordered。

Inthewinterthechildrenbreakfastedinthekitchen；

GusandCharleyandAnnafirst，whiletheyoungerchil—

drenweredressing。Guswasnineteenandwasaclerkinadry—goodsstore。Charley，eighteenmonthsyounger，workedinafeedstore。Theyleftthehousebythekitchendooratseveno’clock，andthenAnnahelpedherAuntTilliegetthebreakfastfortheyoungerones。Withoutthehelpofthissister—in—law，TillieKronborg，Mrs。Kronborg’slifewouldhavebeenahardone。Mrs。KronborgoftenremindedAnnathat"nohiredhelpwouldeverhavetakenthesameinterest。"

Mr。Kronborgcameofapoorerstockthanhiswife；fromalowly，ignorantfamilythathadlivedinapoorpartofSweden。Hisgreat—grandfatherhadgonetoNorwaytoworkasafarmlaborerandhadmarriedaNorwegiangirl。

ThisstrainofNorwegianbloodcameoutsomewhereineachgenerationoftheKronborgs。TheintemperanceofoneofPeterKronborg’suncles，andthereligiousmaniaofanother，hadbeenalikechargedtotheNorwegiangrandmother。BothPeterKronborgandhissisterTillieweremoreliketheNorwegianrootofthefamilythanliketheSwedish，andthissameNorwegianstrainwas<p20>

stronginThea，thoughinherittookaverydifferentcharacter。

Tilliewasaqueer，addle—patedthing，asflightyasagirlatthirty—five，andoverweeninglyfondofgayclothes——

whichtaste，asMrs。Kronborgphilosophicallysaid，didnobodyanyharm。Tilliewasalwayscheerful，andhertonguewasstillforscarcelyaminuteduringtheday。Shehadbeencruellyoverworkedonherfather’sMinnesotafarmwhenshewasayounggirl，andshehadneverbeensohappyasshewasnow；hadneverbefore，asshesaid，hadsuchsocialadvantages。ShethoughtherbrotherthemostimportantmaninMoonstone。Shenevermissedachurchservice，and，muchtotheembarrassmentofthechildren，shealways"spokeapiece"attheSunday—Schoolconcerts。Shehadacompletesetof"StandardRecita—

tions，"whichsheconnedonSundays。Thismorning，whenTheaandhertwoyoungerbrotherssatdowntobreakfast，TilliewasremonstratingwithGunnerbecausehehadnotlearnedarecitationassignedtohimforGeorgeWashingtonDayatschool。TheunmemorizedtextlayheavilyonGunner’sconscienceasheattackedhisbuckwheatcakesandsausage。HeknewthatTilliewasintheright，andthat"whenthedaycamehewouldbeashamedofhimself。"

"Idon’tcare，"hemuttered，stirringhiscoffee；"theyoughtn’ttomakeboysspeak。It’sallrightforgirls。Theyliketoshowoff。"

"Noshowingoffaboutit。Boysoughttoliketospeakupfortheircountry。Andwhatwastheuseofyourfatherbuyingyouanewsuit，ifyou’renotgoingtotakepartinanything？"

"ThatwasforSunday—School。I’dratherwearmyoldone，anyhow。Whydidn’ttheygivethepiecetoThea？"

Gunnergrumbled。

Tilliewasturningbuckwheatcakesatthegriddle。

"Theacanplayandsing，shedon’tneedtospeak。Butyou’vegottoknowhowtodosomething，Gunner，that<p21>

youhave。Whatareyougoingtodowhenyougitbigandwanttogitintosociety，ifyoucan’tdonothing？Every—

body’llsay，`Canyousing？Canyouplay？Canyouspeak？Thengitrightoutofsociety。’An’that’swhatthey’llsaytoyou，Mr。Gunner。"

GunnerandAlexgrinnedatAnna，whowaspreparinghermother’sbreakfast。TheynevermadefunofTillie，buttheyunderstoodwellenoughthatthereweresubjectsuponwhichherideaswereratherfoolish。WhenTilliestrucktheshallows，Theawasusuallypromptinturningtheconversation。

"WillyouandAxelletmehaveyoursledatrecess？"

sheasked。

"Allthetime？"askedGunnerdubiously。

"I’llworkyourexamplesforyouto—night，ifyoudo。"

"Oh，allright。There’llbealotof’em。"

"Idon’tmind，Icanwork’emfast。Howaboutyours，Axel？"

Axelwasafatlittleboyofseven，withpretty，lazyblueeyes。"Idon’tcare，"hemurmured，butteringhislastbuckwheatcakewithoutambition；"toomuchtroubletocopy’emdown。JennySmiley’llletmehavehers。"

TheboysweretopullTheatoschoolontheirsled，asthesnowwasdeep。Thethreesetofftogether。Annawasnowinthehighschool，andshenolongerwentwiththefamilyparty，butwalkedtoschoolwithsomeoftheoldergirlswhowereherfriends，andworeahat，notahoodlikeThea。