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"Uncle, who is that girl on the porch?" she asked in an undertone

"That we don't know; says her name is Moore, and that she wants work

Kind of sounds like a fairy story, don't it, Kate?"

"Poor thing, poor thing!" was Kate's only answer

"Ae of a rabbit about

to assert itself, "this faer than it ith Kate hoer--I want you to letwoman to help me about the house"

The Squire set his jaays an oers, folks we know nothing about; it'saround the country, without a

hoirl, who sat apart while these strangers considered taking her in,

as if she had been a friendless dog, arose, her eyes were full of unshed

tears, her voice quivered, but pride supported her Turning to the

Squire, she said: "You are suspicious because you are blest with both hoo, I myself have been ill I make this

explanation not because your kindness warrants it, sir, but because your

fa to take me on faith" She bowed her head