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Lovin Child was in his , rambunctious mood, and Marie's head

ached so badly that she was not quite so watchful of his ave hiate the tiny

roorateful because

the sun shone in warh theand she did not feel the

absence of a fire She had no intention whatever of going to sleep--she

did not believe that she could sleep if she had wanted to Fall asleep

she did, however, and she must have slept for at least half an hour,

perhaps longer

When she sat up with that startled sensation that follows unexpected,

undesired sluone She had

not believed that he could open the door, but she discovered that its

latch had a very precarious hold upon the worn facing, and that a slight

twist of the knob was all it needed to swing the door open She rushed

out, of course, to look for hireatly disturbed Marie had run after Lovin Child

too often to be alar like that

I don't knohen fear first took hold of her, or when fear ept

away by the keen agony of loss She went the whole length of the one

little street, and looked in all the open doorways, and traversed the