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Again the five wo of the trail Their faces

hite now, hollow and lined; but as ever, they bore a look of

extraordinary pristineness And this tiela lay in her ed

forlornly and her feet were bandaged But stars of a brilliant blue

flared and died and flared again in her eyes; roses of a living flaain in her cheek Her look went straight

to her father's face, clung there in luminous entreaty Peterkin, more

than ever like a stray fro, wondering, gray-green eyes Honey-Boy, having apparently

just waked, stared, owl-like, his brows pursed in corinned his widest grin and padded the

air unceasingly with his pudgy hands Honey-Bunch slept placidly in

Julia's arroup and dropped a single

voice

Nobody answered her Instead Addington called in a beseeching voice:

"Angela! Angela! Cos suddenly flared with life; they fluttered in

a very panic She stretched out her arony of infantile entreaty up to her mother's face

But Peachy shook her head The baby flutter died down Angela closed her

eyes, dropped her head on her mother's shoulder; the tears started froela fly?" Julia asked "Remember this is your last chance"