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But David had thrown the smooth stone froiant did not know for many a day

where he had been hit; yet it had struck hihter's trust in hi to this story

When Dr Lavendar ca back with his tickets, David was

absorbed in thought He had very little to say on the long day's

journey over the mountains When they reached Mercer where they were

to spend the night, he had nothing whatever to say: his eyes were

closing with fatigue, and he was asleep almost before his little

yellow head touched the pillow In thehe asked a question: "Is it a Aunt if you don't know it?" "What?" said Dr Lavendar,

winding his clean stock carefully around his neck

But David relapsed into silence He asked so few questions that day

that crutches for lame ducks were referred to only once

They took the afternoon stage for Old Chester It was a blue,

delicious October day, David sat on the front seat between Dr

Lavendar and Jonas, and as Jonas told the absence, the child felt a reviving interest in life

Dr Lavendar's hus