This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 Excerpt: ...That's your place there. There's the tea in the pot, but Mary says she hasn't another thing in the house. She's going down to the village now to get something." "I can't wait." I sank into my seat. "Let's see what's in my lunch-pouch--Dirck usually shines in a case like this." I turned toward the door. "Miss Finney, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 Excerpt: ...That's your place there. There's the tea in the pot, but Mary says she hasn't another thing in the house. She's going down to the village now to get something." "I can't wait." I sank into my seat. "Let's see what's in my lunch-pouch--Dirck usually shines in a case like this." I turned toward the door. "Miss Finney, please don't bother about Hello! she's gone." "Yes--she's probably halfway down the hill by this time." "Well, then, we'll open Pandora's box." "All the troubles are already out," she said with a little sigh. "Even Hope isn't left." "Nell, I admit I'm revengeful, but let it all go--for this afternoon. Hope is in the box--Hope in the way of deviled eggs "--I produced them as I spoke--" lettuce-sandwiches, cold chicken, and--what's this in this thermos-bottle? Ah, piping-hot chocolate! Now, do you recognize Hope when you see her?" "Yes. Everything looks simply delicious, doesn't it? And don't forget the tea, too, Craig. Don't burn yourself." "Never fear." I swept the teapot from the stove and poured Ellen a cup with a skill that made her clap her hands in mock admiration. "Do you prefer tea to chocolate? The thermos has held it just as hot, you know. Well, then, here's to you, Nell, and may you never be attacked by another bloodhound." She sipped her tea in acknowledgment of my toast. Her eyes were full of hazel lights, lights that dimmed a little as the grateful tea warmed her body and made her a wee bit drowsy. "The bloodhound, ugh! What do you suppose made him fly at us so?" she asked. "I don't know--natural bloodhoundishness, perhaps--unless it was that odd sound from the woods." "Did you hear th...
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