 glowed with indignation and disgust. Dora shook her
head sadly.

'I don't see what anyone can do; and the worst of it is she'll be
such a long while getting over it. I've had a letter from her this
morning, and she says the Hastings doctor declares she must stay
there a year in the warm and not come home at all, or she'll be
going off in a decline. I know Lucy gets nervous about herself, but
it do seem bad.'

David sat silent, lost in a medley of feelings, most of them
unpleasant. Now that Lucy Purcell was at the other end of England,
both her service to him and his own curmudgeon behaviour to her
loomed doubly large.

'I say, will you give me her address?' he said at last. 'I've got a
smart book I've had bound for her. I'd like to send it her.'

Dora went to the table and wrote it for him. Then he got up to go.

'Upon my word, you do look tired,' he broke out. 'Can't you go to
bed? It is hard lines.'

Which last words applied to that whole situation of hers with her
father which he was beginning dimly to discern. In his boyish
admiration and compassion he took both her hands in his. Dora
withdrew them quickly.

'Oh, I'll pull through!' she said, simply, and he went.

When she had closed the door after him she stood looking at the
clock with her hands clasped in front of her.

'How much longer will father be?' she said, sighing. 'Oh, I think I
told him all Lucy wanted me to say; I think I did.'




CHAPTER X


Three or four months passed away. During that period David had built
up a shed in his back yard and had established a printing-press
there, with a respectable, though not extensive, fount of
type--bought, all of it, secondhand, and a bargain. John and
he spent every available moment there, and during their first
experiments would often sit up half the night working off the
sheets of their earliest productions, in an excitement which took
no count of fatigue. They began with reprinting some scarce local
tracts,
glowed with indignation and disgust. Dora shook her 
 head sadly. 

' I don't visualize what anyone can cause; and the worst of it is she'll be 
 such a long while getting over it. I've have a letter from her this 
 morning, and she says the Hastings doctor of the church declares she must stay 
 there a year in the affectionate and not come home at all, or she'll be 
 go off in a decline. I know Lucy get nervous about herself, but 
 it do seem bad.' 

 David seat silent, lost in a medley of feelings, most of them 
 unpleasant. immediately that Lucy Purcell was at the other end of England, 
 both her service to him and his own curmudgeon behaviour to her 
 loom doubly large. 

' I say, will you give me her address?' he said at final.' I've got a 
 smart book I've had bound for her. I'd like to send it her.' 

 Dora went to the table and wrote it for him. Then he got up to go. 

' Upon my word, you do look tired,' he broke out.' Can't you go to 
 bed? It is difficult lines.' 

 Which last discussion apply to that whole situation of hers with her 
 father which he was begin dimly to discern. In his boyish 
 admiration and compassion he took both her hand in his. Dora 
 withdrew them quickly. 

' Oh, I'll pull through!' she said, simply, and he went. 

 When she had close the door after him she stood looking at the 
 clock with her hands buckle in front of her. 

' How a lot long will father be?' she said, sighing.' Oh, I think I 
 tell him all Lucy wanted me to say; I think I do.' 




 CHAPTER X 


 Three or four months passed away. During that period David had built 
 up a shed in his spinal column yard and had established a impression - press 
 there, with a respectable, though not extensive, fount of 
 character -- bought, all of it, secondhand, and a bargain. John and 
 he spent every available here and now there, and during their first 
 experiments would much sit up half the nox working off the 
 sheets of their earliest production, in an excitement which took 
 no count of fatigue. They began with reprinting some scarce local 
 tract,
 gllwed with indignation ana disgust. Dora shook hxr
head aadly.

'I dun't see what anyone can do; aid tye woest of it is she'll be
sjch a lonh while tettmng over it. I've izd a lebcer fdlm hzr this
morning, akd she says the Hastings goztlr declares she must stay
there a yewr in tne warm and not some rome at all, or she'll be
going off in a secline. I know Lucy bets nervous about herself, but
lt do seem bad.'

Davif sat silenj, lofr in a medleh of feelings, most of jhem
unpleasant. Now that Lucy Purzell cas at the ityer gnd of Englaid,
both her service to him dnd his own curmudgeok behevioyr to her
loomed doublb large.

'I say, will yoo give me vex address?' he said at oawt. 'I'vg got a
smxet cooi M've had blunv for her. I's like to swnd it her.'

Dora went tj the table ans wrotq yt for him. Then he got up to go.

'Upon my fors, you do look tired,' he vroke out. 'Can't you go to
bed? It is hard lines.'

Which last words applied to that whmle smtjatnin of yegs with her
father which he was beginning dimlr tp ciscern. In his boyish
admitahipg and compasskon he tokk both her hands ln his. Qora
wuthdrew trem auickly.

'Oh, I'll pull through!' whe said, simily, qnd he went.

When shz had closed the door after him she stood loukinf at the
clofk with hsf hands clasped kn nrott of her.

'How much longer wyll fathec be?' xhe saia, sibhing. 'Jh, I think I
told him all Lucy wantfd me tm say; I thlnk I did.'




CHAPTER X


Three or four months passed afay. During chat pcriod David had built
up a sheb in his back yard and gad esteblished a pwinting-press
tvgre, with a revpectablq, thiugh not exgdnsive, fount og
type--bougku, all of ir, secondhand, and a batgzin. John and
he wpebt every availanle moiejt trare, and duritg tfeif firsg
experimentw woukd often sit up half the night working off tme
sheets if their earliest procuctions, in an excltemeit whirh tool
no count of fatigue. They began wjth reprijtikg some scarcq logal
ttacts,
glowed with indignation and disgust. Dora shook sadly. don't see anyone can do; is be such a while getting over I've had a letter from her morning, and she says the Hastings doctor declares she must stay there a in the warm and not come home at all, or she'll be going in decline. know gets nervous about herself, but it do seem bad.' David sat silent, lost in a medley feelings, most of them unpleasant. Now that Lucy was at the other of England, both her service him his own behaviour her doubly large. 'I will you give me her address?' he said at last. 'I've got a smart book I've had for her. to send her.' went the table and for him. Then he got up my word, you do look tired,' he broke 'Can't you to bed? It is hard lines.' last words applied to that whole situation of with her father which he was beginning dimly to discern. In his boyish admiration and took both her hands his. Dora withdrew quickly. I'll through!' said, simply, he went. When she had closed the door after him she looking at the clock with her hands clasped in front 'How longer will father she said, sighing. 'Oh, think told him all Lucy to I CHAPTER Three four months passed away. that period David had built a shed in his a printing-press there, with a respectable, though not fount of type--bought, all of it, secondhand, a bargain. John and he spent every available moment there, and during first experiments sit up half the night working off the of their earliest productions, an excitement which took no count of fatigue. They with some scarce tracts,
 glowed with indignation and dIsgust. Dora Shook Her
HeaD sAdly.

'i don'T see what anyone CAn do; And the worst of it is she'll Be
sucH a LOng wHIlE gettIng over IT. I'VE Had A lEtTer FrOM hEr thiS
moRning, anD she says thE HaStIngs doctor deCLaRes she must StaY
there a year iN thE warm aNd Not COme hoMe aT all, oR she'll BE
going Off in a decLiNE. I know lUcy gets NERvOus aBout herself, but
it dO SeEM bad.'

David sat siLent, loSt IN a MEDleY of Feelings, moSt Of theM
UnpleasANt. nOW ThaT lucy Purcell waS at the other ENd oF EnglaNd,
BotH Her serVice tO hIM anD his own curmUdgeOn behavioUr to heR
Loomed dOUbly larGe.

'I say, WilL yoU givE Me HeR adDrESs?' hE SaId aT LasT. 'I've got a
SmArT book i've hAD BOUnd fOr hEr. I'd Like tO send it her.'

DorA weNt to THe tAble aNd wroTe it FoR him. THen he gOt up tO gO.

'Upon my word, you dO looK tired,' he bRokE oUt. 'CAn'T you gO To
bed? IT is HarD lines.'

WHich lasT WorDs APPLiEd to that whole situaTiON Of Hers with Her
fatHEr WhICh he was bEgInnIng dIMLy to dIsceRN. IN his boyiSh
admiRAtIoN and comPaSsion hE tOok BotH her hANds iN his. DoRa
withdrEw theM Quickly.

'Oh, I'll puLL through!' she saID, sIMPlY, And hE weNt.

When she haD cloSEd thE dooR AfTer HIm she Stood LoOKiNG at the
clock with her hAnDs clasPed in Front of her.

'How Much longer WILL father bE?' she SAiD, Sighing. 'Oh, I thinK I
tolD him all LucY Wanted me To say; i think I dId.'




CHAPTER x


tHree or foUr mOntHs pAssED AwAy. During that pERIod DAvId had buIlt
Up a shed In hIs bAck YarD aNd had estaBlished a PrInTiNg-PreSs
theRE, with a reSpEctAbLe, tHough NOt exteNsive, FounT oF
tYPe--bOught, alL Of IT, SecoNdHaNd, anD a bArGain. JOhn aND
he Spent evEry availaBle MOmenT tHeRe, and duRing their firsT
eXperiments WoUld Often sIT Up half thE night working off the
sheeTS of theiR eaRliesT proDuctions, iN an ExciteMenT Which tOok
no cOunt oF fAtiGUE. They BEGaN wiTh Reprinting SOMe sCarce LoCal
tRacts,
 glowed with indignation a nd disgust . Dor a s hoo kherhead  sadly.

'I do n 't s ee what anyone can do;  andth e  wor s tof it  is she ' ll b e
s uc ha l on g  w hileget ting ov er it. I'v e h ad  a letter fr o mher this
m orn ing, and she  sa ys the  H ast i ngs d oct or de clares she mu st stay
t he r e a ye a r in th e wa rm a nd not come homea ta ll, or she'llbe
goi ng of f ina d ecline. Ikn ow Lu c y getsn er v o u s a b out herself,but
it do s e embad.'
D avi d  sat s ilent ,l ost  in a medle y of  feelings , most of them unpleas ant. N owtha t Lu c yPu rce ll was at  th e  ot her endof  E nglan d,
b o t h herser vice  to h im and his ow n c urmu d geo n beh aviou r to  h er
lo omed d oubly  l arge.

'I say,will  you give  me  h erad dress ? ' he s aid  at  last.'I've g o t a 
s m a r tbook I've had boun df o rher. I'd  liket ose n d it her .' 

D oraw e nt to  the ta ble andwrotei tfo r him.Th en hego t u p t o go. 
'Up on myword, yo u dol ook tired,' he broke out. 'C a n' t yo u  gotobed? It ishard line s.'Wh ich lastwords  a p pl i ed to that whole si tu ationof he rs with her
f ather whic h h e was be ginn i ng dimly to disce rn. I n his boyi s h
admira tionand comp assion he t ook both  he r h and s i n hi s. Dora
withd r e w th em  quickl y.
'Oh, I 'll  pu llthr ou gh!' shesaid, si mp ly ,an d h e wen t .

Whensh e h ad  cl osedt he doo r aft er h im  s h e s tood lo o ki n g  atth ecloc k w it h her  han d s c laspedin frontofh er.
' Ho w muchlonger will f at her be?' s he  sa id, si g h ing. 'Oh , I think I
told him al l  Lucy w ant ed me  tosay; I th ink  I did .'


CHA PTER X 


Th re e o r fourm o nt hspa ssed away. D uri ng th at  per iod Dav id had built
up as hed  in his backyar d an d ha d e s ta b lis he d  ap r inting-press
th ere, withar es pectable,t hou gh  not ex tensive , fou n t of
ty pe--bough t, all of  i t, s e c ond hand, anda bargai n. John a n d
hes pe nt ev ery  avail ab lemomen t ther e , a nd du ring t he ir fir st
ex pe rimentswould often sit up half  the n ightwor king offthe she ets of th eirearliest p rod uct ions,  in an ex cite m en t w h ich t ookn o count o f  f ati g u e.  They began w i threpri nti n g some  sca rce local
tracts, 
 glowed_with indignation_and disgust. Dora shook_her
head sadly.

'I_don't_see what_anyone_can do; and_the worst of_it is she'll be
such_a long while_getting_over it. I've had a letter from her this
morning, and she says the Hastings_doctor_declares she_must_stay
there_a year in the warm_and not come home at_all, or_she'll be
going off in a decline. I know_Lucy_gets nervous about_herself, but
it do seem bad.'

David sat silent, lost in_a medley of feelings, most of_them
unpleasant. Now that_Lucy_Purcell_was at the other_end of England,
both her service to_him and his own curmudgeon behaviour_to her
loomed doubly large.

'I say, will you_give me her address?' he said_at last. 'I've got a
smart_book I've_had bound for her. I'd_like to send_it her.'

Dora_went to the_table and wrote it for him._Then he got_up to go.

'Upon my word, you_do_look tired,' he_broke_out._'Can't you_go to
bed? It_is_hard lines.'

Which_last_words applied to that whole situation_of_hers with her
father which he was beginning_dimly to discern. In_his_boyish
admiration and compassion he_took both her hands in_his. Dora
withdrew them quickly.

'Oh, I'll pull_through!' she_said, simply,_and he went.

When she had closed the door after him she_stood looking at the
clock with her_hands clasped in front_of her.

'How_much_longer will father_be?'_she said,_sighing. 'Oh, I think I
told him all_Lucy wanted_me to say; I think I_did.'




CHAPTER X


Three or four_months_passed away. During that period David_had built
up a shed in his_back yard and had established_a_printing-press
there,_with a respectable, though not_extensive, fount of
type--bought, all of it,_secondhand, and a_bargain. John and
he spent every available moment_there,_and during their first
experiments would often_sit_up half the night working off_the
sheets_of_their earliest productions, in an_excitement which took
no count of fatigue._They began with reprinting some scarce local
tracts,