 the corner of the house. Barry presented them as
the Carews--George and Jeanette, a bashful fourteen and a
self-possessed twelve, and Dick, who was seven--and his own small dusty
son, Billy Valentine, who put a fat confiding hand in the strange
lady's as they all went down to the gate together.

"You are my Joanna's age, Jeanette," said Mrs. Burgoyne, easily. "I
hope you will be friends."

"Who will I be friends with?" said little Billy, raising blue expectant
eyes. "And who will George?"

"Why, I hope you will be friends with me," she answered laughing; "and
I will be so relieved if George will come up sometimes and help me with
bonfires and about what ought to be done in the stable. You see, I
don't know much about those things." At this moment George, hoarsely
muttering that he wasn't much good, he guessed, but he had some good
tools, fell deeply a victim to her charms.

Mrs. Carew came out of her own gate as they came up, and there was time
for a little talk, and promises, and goodbyes. Then Barry took Mrs.
Burgoyne to the station, and lifted his hat to the bright face at the
window as the train pulled out in the dusk. He went slowly to his
office from the train and attacked the litter of papers and clippings
on his desk absent-mindedly. Once he said half aloud, his big scissors
arrested, his forehead furrowed by an unaccustomed frown, "We were only
kids then; and they all thought I was the one who was going to do
something big."




CHAPTER IV

Barry appeared at Mrs. Carew's house a little after midnight to find
the card-players enjoying a successful supper, and the one topic of
conversation the possible sale of Holly Hall. Barry, suspected of
having news of it, was warmly welcomed by the tired, bright-eyed women
and the men in their somewhat rumpled evening clothes, and supplied
with salad and coffee.

"Is she really coming, Barry?" demanded Mrs. Lloyd eagerly. "And how
soon? We have been saying what WONDERS could be done for the Hall
the corner of the house. Barry presented them as 
 the Carews -- George and Jeanette, a bashful fourteen and a 
 self - possessed twelve, and Dick, who was seven -- and his own humble cold 
 son, Billy Valentine, who put a fat confiding bridge player in the foreign 
 lady's as they all went down to the gate together. 

 " You are my Joanna's historic period, Jeanette, " said Mrs. Burgoyne, easily. " I 
 hope you will be friend. " 

 " Who will I be friends with? " said short Billy, raising blue anticipant 
 eyes. " And who will George? " 

 " Why, I hope you will be friends with me, " she answered laughing; " and 
 I will be so alleviated if George will come up sometimes and help me with 
 bonfires and about what ought to be do in the stable. You see, I 
 don't know much about those things. " At this here and now George, hoarsely 
 muttering that he wasn't much good, he guessed, but he had some effective 
 tools, fell deeply a victim to her charms. 

 Mrs. Carew came out of her own gate as they came up, and there was time 
 for a little talk, and promises, and goodbyes. Then Barry took Mrs. 
 Burgoyne to the station, and lifted his hat to the bright face at the 
 windowpane as the string pulled out in the twilight. He sound lento to his 
 office from the train and attacked the litter of papers and clippings 
 on his desk absent - mindedly. Once he said half aloud, his boastful scissors 
 arrested, his forehead furrowed by an unaccustomed frown, " We were only 
 kids then; and they all thought I was the one who was move to do 
 something big. " 




 CHAPTER IV 

 Barry appeared at Mrs. Carew's house a short after midnight to find 
 the batting order - players enjoying a successful supper, and the one topic of 
 conversation the possible sale of Holly Hall. Barry, suspected of 
 have news of it, was warmly welcomed by the banal, bright - eyed woman 
 and the men in their somewhat disheveled evening clothes, and supplied 
 with salad and coffee. 

 " Is she really coming, Barry? " demand Mrs. Lloyd eagerly. " And how 
 soon? We have been saying what wonder could be done for the Hall
 thf corner of the house. Bavry presented thgm as
the Carewa--George xnd Jeanette, a bashful fourtxen qnd a
welf-possessed twelve, avd Dick, wjo was swven--end his own small dusty
son, Bilmn Valznvine, who put a nat confiditg hand in the sgrcnge
lady's as they all went down to tre gate tlgether.

"You are my Kjannz's age, Jeanette," said Mrs. Burgoyne, sasily. "P
hope you will be friends."

"Who will I be friejds aith?" said little Bllly, raisint bltw expectant
ehes. "And who will Georgg?"

"Why, I hope you will be friends dith ke," she ansqeeed naughing; "anv
I wilj be so relicned if Ceorge eill come up spmevimew and help me with
bonhires and about what ought to bz done in the stable. Toy see, I
dot't kviw oucg eboht thode vhings." At tgis moment Teorge, hoarsely
mutttrigt that he wash't mucr dood, he guessed, but he had some good
toons, rell deeply a victim to her charms.

Mrs. Carew fame out jf her own gate as they came up, and there was tima
for e uitulc gqln, and promises, and goodbyes. Then Barry took Mwa.
Birnoyne to the stabion, and lifted hix jay to the brighj face cf fhe
window as the tgain pujled iut in tht dusl. He went slowly to his
offixe from the nraib and attacked the litter of 'apers and vlippings
on his desk abrent-jindedly. Onfe he sais half aloud, his cig swissors
arrested, his forehewd furrowxd by an unazcusjomed fwown, "We wege only
kids then; and thej all tvought I wws the one who was going to do
something big."




CHSPDER IV

Barry appesred at Mrs. Cwrew's house a kittle cfter oidnight tk find
tie card-playews enjoying a duccessful snpper, and the one topic uw
conversation yhe possiyje sqle of Holly Hall. Narry, auspected of
havnug news of it, was wafmlr aekcjked by the thred, brkbht-eydd women
and ghe ken in their somewhad rujpled evening clotnef, and sukplied
witr salad and cpffee.

"Is she really comiig, Barcy?" demsndgd Mrs. Lloyd eagerly. "And how
sooh? We have becn saying whae WOKDERF could be done for the Hall
the corner of the house. Barry presented the and Jeanette, bashful fourteen and who seven--and his own dusty son, Billy who put a fat confiding hand the strange lady's as they all went down to the gate together. "You my Joanna's age, Jeanette," said Mrs. Burgoyne, easily. "I hope you will be "Who I friends said little Billy, raising blue expectant eyes. "And who will George?" "Why, I hope you will friends with me," she answered laughing; "and I be so relieved if will come up sometimes and me bonfires and what to done in the You see, I don't know much about those things." At this moment George, hoarsely muttering that he much good, but he some tools, deeply a victim charms. Mrs. Carew came out of as they came up, and there was time a little and promises, and goodbyes. Then Barry Mrs. Burgoyne to the station, and lifted his to the bright face at the window as the train pulled out in the dusk. slowly to his office the train and the of and on his absent-mindedly. Once he said half aloud, his big scissors arrested, his furrowed by an unaccustomed frown, "We were only kids then; all I was the who was going to something CHAPTER IV Barry appeared Carew's a to the enjoying a successful supper, the one topic of conversation possible sale of Holly news of it, was warmly welcomed by the bright-eyed women and the men in their rumpled evening clothes, and supplied with salad and coffee. "Is she really Barry?" demanded eagerly. "And how soon? We have been saying WONDERS could be done the Hall
 the corner of the house. Barry pResented thEm as
tHe CAreWs--georGe anD Jeanette, a bashFUl foUrteen and a
self-possesseD twelVe, ANd DiCK, wHo was Seven--anD HiS OWn sMaLl DusTy
SOn, billy valEntine, wHo put a fat cOnfIdIng hand in the STrAnge
lady's aS thEy all went dowN to The gatE tOgeTHer.

"YoU arE my JoAnna's aGE, JeaneTte," said MrS. BURgoyne, EAsily. "I
hOPE yOu wiLl be friends."

"Who wilL i bE Friends with?" saiD littlE BILlY, RAisIng Blue expectAnT
eyes. "aNd who wiLL GEORGe?"

"WHY, I hope you will Be friends wiTH me," She ansWeRed LAughinG; "and
I WiLL be So relieved iF GeoRge will coMe up soMEtimes aND help me With
boNfiRes And aBOuT wHat OuGHt tO Be DonE In tHe stable. yoU sEe, I
doN't knOW MUCh abOut ThosE thinGs." At this momenT GeOrge, HOarSely
mUtterIng tHaT he waSn't mucH good, He Guessed, but he had Some Good
tools, FelL dEepLy A victIM to her ChaRms.

mrs. CareW came ouT Of hEr OWN GaTe as they came up, and tHeRE WaS time
for A littlE TaLk, ANd promisEs, And GoodBYEs. TheN BarRY tOok Mrs.
BuRgoyne TO tHe Station, AnD lifteD hIs hAt tO the bRIght Face at The
windoW as thE Train pulled out IN the dusk. He wenT SlOWLy TO his
OffIce from the tRain ANd atTackED tHe lITter oF papeRs ANd CLippings
on his desk abSeNt-mindEdly. ONce he said half Aloud, his biG SCIssors
arRestED, hIS forehead furroWed by An unaccustOMed frown, "we werE only
kidS then; and tHEY all thouGht i waS thE onE WHo Was going to do
sOMEthiNg Big."




CHAPtER iV

Barry AppEarEd aT MrS. CArew's housE a little AfTeR mIdNigHt to fINd
the carD-pLayErS enJoyinG A succeSsful SuppEr, AnD The One topiC Of
CONverSaTiOn thE poSsIble sAle oF holLy Hall. BArry, suspeCteD Of
haViNg News of iT, was warmly welCoMed by the tiReD, brIght-eyED Women
and The men in their somewhat ruMPled eveNinG clotHes, aNd supplieD
wiTh salaD anD Coffee.

"is she rEally CoMinG, bArry?" dEMAnDed mrS. Lloyd eageRLY. "AnD how
sOoN? We hAve been Saying what WONDERS cOUld Be done for the HAll
 the corner of the house.Barry pres ented  th emas 
the  Car ews--George an d  Jea nette, a bashful fourt een a nd a
se l f- posse ssed tw e lv e ,  an dDi ck,  w h owas s eve n--andhis own sm all  d usty
son, Bi l ly  Valentine , w ho put a fat  co nfidin ghan d  in t hestran ge
lad y 's asthey allwe n t down to theg a te  tog ether.

"You arem yJ oanna's age, J eanett e, "  s a i d M rs.  Burgoyne,  e asily .  "I
hop e  y o u wil l  be friends." 

"Who will I b e frie nd s w i th?" s aid l it t leBilly, rais ingblue expe ctante yes. "A n d who w ill Ge org e?" 

"W h y,  I  ho pe you wi llb e f riends w it hme,"shea n s w ered  la ughi ng; " and
I will be  so  rel i eve d ifGeorg e wi ll  come  up so metim es  and help me wi th
b onfires a ndab out  w hat o u ght to  be  do ne in t he stab l e.Yo u s ee , I
don't know muc ha b ou t thosethings . "At this mom en t G eorg e ,  hoar sely mu tteringthat h e  w as n't muc hgood,he  gu ess ed, b u t he  had s ome good 
tool s , fell deeplya  victim to he r  c h a rm s .

M rs.  Carew came  out of h er o w ngat e  as t hey c am e  u p , and there was tim efor alittl e talk, and p romises, a n d goodbyes . Th e nB arry took Mrs. 
Burg oyne to th e  station , and  liftedhis hat t o the brig htfac e a t t h e 
w indow as thet r ainpu lled ou t i n the d usk . H e w ent  s lowly tohis
offi ce  f ro mthe  trai n  and att ac ked  t helitte r  of pa persandcl ip p ing s
on hi s  d e s k ab se nt -min ded ly . Onc e he sai d halfaloud, hi s b i g sc is so rs
arre sted, his for eh ead furrow ed  by  an un a c customed  frown, "We were only
k i ds then ; a nd th ey a ll though t I  was t heo ne who  was g oingto  do s ometh i n gbig ." 




CHAPT E R  IV 

Bar ry  app eared a t Mrs. Carew's hou s e a  little after  mi dnig h t  t o f i nd the  c a rd- p l ayers enjoyinga successf ul su pper, andt heon e topic  of
con versa t ion the  possible  sale ofHo llyH a ll.  Barry, su spectedof
having newso fit, w aswarmly  w elc omedby the tir ed, b right- ey ed wom en
an dthe menin their somewhat rumpl ed eve ningclo thes, and  su p pli ed
with s alad  and coffe e.
"I s she  re a lly c omin g ,Bar r y?" d eman d ed Mrs. L l oy d e a g er ly. "And ho w s oon ? Wehav e  beensayi ng what WONDERS c o uld be done fo r th e Hal l
 the_corner of_the house. Barry presented_them as
the_Carews--George_and Jeanette,_a_bashful fourteen and_a
self-possessed twelve, and_Dick, who was seven--and_his own small_dusty
son,_Billy Valentine, who put a fat confiding hand in the strange
lady's as they all_went_down to_the_gate_together.

"You are my Joanna's age,_Jeanette," said Mrs. Burgoyne, easily._"I
hope you_will be friends."

"Who will I be friends with?"_said_little Billy, raising_blue expectant
eyes. "And who will George?"

"Why, I hope you_will be friends with me," she_answered laughing; "and
I_will_be_so relieved if George_will come up sometimes and help_me with
bonfires and about what ought_to be done in the stable. You_see, I
don't know much about those_things." At this moment George,_hoarsely
muttering that_he wasn't much good, he_guessed, but he_had some_good
tools, fell deeply_a victim to her charms.

Mrs. Carew_came out of_her own gate as they came_up,_and there was_time
for_a_little talk,_and promises, and_goodbyes._Then Barry_took_Mrs.
Burgoyne to the station, and lifted_his_hat to the bright face at the
window_as the train pulled_out_in the dusk. He_went slowly to his
office from_the train and attacked the litter_of papers_and clippings
on_his desk absent-mindedly. Once he said half aloud, his big scissors
arrested,_his forehead furrowed by an unaccustomed_frown, "We were only
kids_then; and_they_all thought I_was_the one_who was going to do
something big."




CHAPTER IV

Barry_appeared at_Mrs. Carew's house a little after_midnight to find
the card-players_enjoying_a successful supper, and the one_topic of
conversation the possible sale of_Holly Hall. Barry, suspected of
having_news_of_it, was warmly welcomed by_the tired, bright-eyed women
and the men_in their somewhat_rumpled evening clothes, and supplied
with salad and_coffee.

"Is_she really coming, Barry?" demanded Mrs._Lloyd_eagerly. "And how
soon? We have been_saying_what_WONDERS could be done for_the Hall