 contents.

Dora fell meditating. Young Grieve would have his work cut out for
him, she thought, if this extraordinary sister were really going to
settle with him. She was very like him--strangely like him. And yet
in the one face there was a quality which was completely lacking in
the other, and which seemed to make all the difference. Dora tried
to explain what she meant to herself, and failed.

'Here's Potter Street,' she said, as they turned into it. 'And
that's his shop--that one with the stall outside. Oh, there he is!'

David was in fact standing on his step talking to a customer who
was turning over the books outside.

Louie looked at him. Then she began to run. Old Grieve too, crimson
all over, and evidently much excited, hurried on. Dora fell behind,
her quick sympathies rising.

'They won't want me interfering,' she said, turning round.

'I'll just go back to my work.'

Meanwhile, in David's little back room, which he had already swept
and garnished--for after his letter of the night before, he had
somehow expected Louie, to rush upon him by the earliest possible
train--the meeting of these long-sundered persons took place.

David saw Reuben come in with amazement.

'Why, Uncle Reuben! Well, I'm real glad to see you. I didn't think
you'd have been able to leave the farm. Well, this is my bit of a
place, you see. What do you think of it?'

And, holding his sister by the hand, the young fellow looked
joyously at his uncle, pride in his new possessions and the
recollection of his destitute childhood rushing upon him together
as he spoke.

'Aye, it's a fine beginning yo've made, Davy,' said the old man,
cautiously looking round, first at the little room, with its neat
bits of new furniture in Louie's honour, and then through the glass
door at the shop, which was now heavily lined with books. 'Yo wor
allus a cliver lad, Davy. A' think a'll sit down.'

And Reuben, subsiding into a chair, fell forthwith into
contents. 

 Dora fell meditating. Young Grieve would have his workplace abridge out for 
 him, she thought, if this extraordinary baby were really blend to 
 settle with him. She was very like him -- strangely like him. And so far 
 in the one face there was a timbre which was wholly lacking in 
 the other, and which seem to make all the difference. Dora tried 
 to excuse what she meant to herself, and failed. 

' Here's Potter Street,' she suppose, as they turned into it.' And 
 that's his shop -- that one with the booth outside. Oh, there he is!' 

 David was in fact standing on his step talking to a customer who 
 was turn over the books outside. 

 Louie looked at him. Then she began to run. Old Grieve excessively, crimson 
 all over, and evidently much excited, rush on. Dora fell behind, 
 her quick sympathies rising. 

' They won't want me interfering,' she said, turning round. 

' I'll just go back to my work.' 

 Meanwhile, in David's little back room, which he had already swept 
 and garnished -- for after his letter of the night before, he had 
 somehow expect Louie, to rush upon him by the earliest potential 
 gearing -- the confluence of these long - sundered persons take place. 

 David saw Reuben come in with amazement. 

' Why, Uncle Reuben! Well, I'm very glad to see you. I didn't think 
 you'd have been able to leave the farm. Well, this is my bit of a 
 place, you see. What do you think of it?' 

 And, holding his sister by the hand, the young companion look 
 gleefully at his uncle, pride in his new possessions and the 
 recollection of his destitute childhood rushing upon him together 
 as he spoke. 

' Aye, it's a fine beginning yo've reach, Davy,' said the old man, 
 conservatively looking round, first at the little room, with its neat 
 act of new furniture in Louie's honor, and then through the glass 
 doorway at the shop, which was now heavy lined with books.' Yo wor 
 allus a cliver lad, Davy. A' think a'll sit down.' 

 And Reuben, subsiding into a professorship, fell immediately into
 cojtents.

Dora fell meditatikg. Young Grieve ciuld heve his work cug out for
him, she thought, if vhis extrqordinary sister were feally gopng to
setrle xith him. She was very like him--abrangzlb like him. And iet
in the ona face there wds a quality which was completely lackigg in
thr lther, and whicr setmeq to make all the difference. Dora tries
to expnain what she meant to herself, and failfd.

'Hege's Potter Street,' dhe said, as ther turned into it. 'And
thau's his shop--tgat one with the stall outside. Uh, thzre he is!'

Dacie wwv in fact svandind on his stei talkitg to a customer who
wss vurnung over the books ouvside.

Louie looked at him. Then ske began to run. Old Geiwve tmo, csimsub
alu obec, ahd evifenvly much exdited, hurriwd on. Dora fell behonq,
yer quick symlathief wising.

'They won't want me interfering,' she sajd, turning round.

'I'll jusr go back to my work.'

Mganwhile, ig David's little back room, which he had already swapt
anv earulffwd--vor after his letter of the night before, he hws
spmvhow expected Loule, to rush upon hik hy jhe earliest pussiblz
frzin--the meeting of hhese ljng-subdered pewsonx took place.

David saw Reubeb come in winh anazement.

'Why, Uncle Xeuben! Well, N'm reak glac to see you. I didn't thnnk
you's have been able to mdave the farm. Weul, nhis is my bit of a
place, you sqe. What di yob think uf ij?'

And, hojding his distev by the hand, the ylung yellof looked
jojously at his uncle, pride in his new possessipnv atd the
reeollecbion of his deseitute childhopd rushnng upun him togvther
as hx spoke.

'Aye, ie's a fine beghjning yo've mede, Davy,' faid the old mav,
zautiously looling rounb, firwt at the little rpom, sith its neat
bicr of new furnitute kn Jolie'x rmnour, and than tfrojbh thd glass
door xt tne shop, which was nof hezvily lined with bpohs. 'Yo wot
allus a sliver lad, Dafy. A' think a'll sit down.'

End Renben, sibsyding into a chair, fell forthwjth into
contents. Dora fell meditating. Young Grieve would work out for she thought, if going settle with him. was very like like him. And yet in the face there was a quality which was completely lacking in the other, and seemed to make all the difference. Dora tried to explain what she meant herself, failed. Potter she said, as they turned into it. 'And that's his shop--that one with the stall outside. there he is!' David was in fact standing his step talking to customer who was turning over books Louie looked him. she to run. Old too, crimson all over, and evidently much excited, hurried on. Dora fell behind, her quick sympathies rising. won't want she said, round. just back to my in David's little back room, which swept and garnished--for after his letter of the before, he somehow expected Louie, to rush upon by the earliest possible train--the meeting of these persons took place. David saw Reuben come in with amazement. 'Why, Uncle Reuben! Well, I'm to see you. I think you'd have able leave farm. this is bit of a place, you see. What do you think of And, holding his sister by the hand, the young fellow at uncle, pride in new possessions and the of destitute childhood rushing upon as spoke. fine yo've Davy,' said the old cautiously looking round, first at little room, with its in Louie's honour, and then through the glass at the shop, which was now heavily with books. 'Yo wor allus a cliver lad, Davy. A' think a'll down.' And into a chair, fell forthwith into
 contents.

Dora fell meditatinG. Young GrieVe wouLd hAve HiS worK cut Out for
him, she thOUght, If this extraordinary sisTer weRe REallY GoIng to
Settle wITh HIM. ShE wAs VerY lIKe Him--stRanGely likE him. And yet
In tHe One face there WAs A quality whIch Was completelY laCking iN
tHe oTHer, anD whIch seEmed to MAke all The differEnCE. Dora tRIed
to exPLAiN whaT she meant to herselF, AnD Failed.

'Here's PotTer StrEeT,' ShE SAid, As tHey turned iNtO it. 'AnD
That's hiS ShOP--THat ONe with the stalL outside. Oh, tHEre He is!'

DaViD waS In fact StandInG On hIs step talkiNg to A customer Who
was TUrning oVEr the boOks outSidE.

LoUie lOOkEd At hIm. tHen SHe BegAN to Run. Old GrIeVe Too, crImsoN
ALL Over, And EvidEntly Much excited, huRriEd on. dOra Fell bEhind,
Her qUiCk symPathieS risiNg.

'they won't want me iNterFering,' she SaiD, tUrnInG rounD.

'i'll jusT go BacK to my woRk.'

MeanwHIle, In dAVId'S little back room, whiCh HE HaD already Swept
aND gArNIshed--for AfTer His lETTer of The nIGhT before, hE had
soMEhOw ExpecteD LOuie, to RuSh uPon Him by THe eaRliest Possible
Train--THe meeting of theSE long-sundered PErSONs TOok pLacE.

David saw ReUben COme iN witH AmAzeMEnt.

'WhY, UnclE REUbEN! Well, I'm real glad to seE yOu. I didN't thiNk
you'd have beeN able to leaVE THe farm. WeLl, thIS iS My bit of a
place, yOu see. what do you tHInk of it?'

ANd, holDing his sIster by thE HAnd, the yoUng FelLow LooKED
jOyously at his uNCLe, prIdE in his nEw pOssessiOns And The
RecOlLection of His destiTuTe ChIlDhoOd rusHIng upon hIm TogEtHer
As he sPOke.

'Aye, It's a fIne bEgInNIng Yo've madE, daVY,' Said ThE oLd maN,
caUtIouslY looKIng Round, fiRst at the lIttLE rooM, wItH its neaT
bits of new furNiTure in LouiE's HonOur, and THEn througH the glass
door at the shop, wHIch was nOw hEavilY linEd with booKs. 'YO wor
alLus A Cliver Lad, DavY. A' thiNk A'll SIT down.'

aND REubEn, Subsiding iNTO a cHair, fElL forThwith iNto
 contents.

Dora fell medi tating. Yo ung G rie vewo uldhave  his work cuto ut f or
him, she thought, i f thi se xtra o rd inary  sister we r e  re al ly  go in g  t o
set tle  with h im. She wa s v er y like him-- s tr angely lik e h im. And yetinthe on efac e  ther e w as aqualit y  which  was comp le t ely la c king in t he  oth er, and which see m ed to make all th e diff er e nc e .  Do ratried
to e xp lainw hat she me a n t  to herself, andfailed.

'H e re' s Pott er  St r eet,'she s ai d , a s they turn ed i nto it. ' And
th a t's his shop--t hat on e w ith  the st al l o ut s ide .  O h,t her e he is! '
D avidwasi n f actsta ndin g onhis step talk ing  toa  cu stome r who 
was  t urnin g over  thebo oks outside.

L ouie  looked a t h im . T he n she begantorun . Old G rieve t o o,cr i m s on 
all over, and evi de n t ly  much ex cited, hu rr i ed on. D or a f ellb e hind, 
her qu ick symp athies ri si ng.

'T he y won' twan t m e int e rfer ing,'she said , tur n ing round.

'I ' ll just go ba c kt o  m y  wor k.' 

Meanwhile , in Davi d'sl it tle backroom,  w h ic h  he had already swe pt 
and g arnis hed--for afte r his lett e r of the n ight be f ore, he had
so mehow  expectedL ouie, to  rush  upon hi m by thee a rliest p oss ibl e
t rai n - -t he meeting of t hese  l ong-sun der ed pers ons  to okpla ce .

Davidsaw Reub en  c om einwitha mazement .
'W hy , U ncleR euben!  Well , I' mre a l g lad tos ee y ou.Idi dn't  th in k
you 'd h a vebeen ab le to lea vet he f ar m.  Well,this is my bi tof a
place ,you  see.W h at do yo u think of it?'

And, h o lding h issiste r by  the hand , t he you ngf ellowlooked 
joyo us lya t  hisu n cl e,pr ide in his n ewposse ss ions  and th e
recollection ofh isdestitute chi ldh oodr u sh ing up o n h im tog e t her
as he spoke .

'Aye, i t' s  a  fine begi n nin gyo've m ade, Da vy,'s aid the  old man, 
cautious ly  loo k i nground, fir st at th e littler oom,w it h its  ne at
bit sofnew f urnitu r e i n Lou ie's h on our, a nd th en  through  the glass
door at theshop,which  wa s now hea vil y  li ned withbook s. 'Yo wor 
al lus  a cl ive r  lad,  Dav y .A't hinka'll sit down. ' 
And R eu ben, subsid i n g  in to acha i r, fel l fo rthwith into
 contents.

Dora_fell meditating._Young Grieve would have_his work_cut_out for
him,_she_thought, if this_extraordinary sister were_really going to
settle with_him. She was_very_like him--strangely like him. And yet
in the one face there was a quality which_was_completely lacking_in
the_other,_and which seemed to make_all the difference. Dora tried
to_explain what_she meant to herself, and failed.

'Here's Potter Street,'_she_said, as they_turned into it. 'And
that's his shop--that one with the_stall outside. Oh, there he is!'

David_was in fact_standing_on_his step talking to_a customer who
was turning over the_books outside.

Louie looked at him. Then_she began to run. Old Grieve too,_crimson
all over, and evidently much excited,_hurried on. Dora fell behind,
her_quick sympathies_rising.

'They won't want me interfering,'_she said, turning_round.

'I'll just_go back to_my work.'

Meanwhile, in David's little back_room, which he_had already swept
and garnished--for after his_letter_of the night_before,_he_had
somehow expected_Louie, to rush_upon_him by_the_earliest possible
train--the meeting of these long-sundered_persons_took place.

David saw Reuben come in with_amazement.

'Why, Uncle Reuben! Well,_I'm_real glad to see_you. I didn't think
you'd have_been able to leave the farm._Well, this_is my_bit of a
place, you see. What do you think of it?'

And,_holding his sister by the hand,_the young fellow looked
joyously_at his_uncle,_pride in his_new_possessions and_the
recollection of his destitute childhood rushing upon_him together
as_he spoke.

'Aye, it's a fine beginning_yo've made, Davy,' said_the_old man,
cautiously looking round, first at_the little room, with its neat
bits_of new furniture in Louie's_honour,_and_then through the glass
door at_the shop, which was now heavily_lined with books._'Yo wor
allus a cliver lad, Davy. A'_think_a'll sit down.'

And Reuben, subsiding into_a_chair, fell forthwith into