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in the old place, and then what would

become of her ?

So the evening wore away, until at
last the boys went up-stairs to their

gymnastics, and Mrs. Moran folded up

her work, and Peggy, knowing that she

could delay no longer, cleared her ach­

ing throat, and began, “ Dr. Moran — ”
But a sudden clap cf thunder drowned

her voice, and the Doctor got up, and,

looking out of the window, cried, u That
struck near. T is a terrible night. I

pity the poor wretches that have to be

out in it.”

“ Then you must pity me,” suddenly
sobbed the poor child.

She fell down at Mrs. Moran’s side,

and hid her face in her lap. She was

trembling from- head to foot, and her
voice shook with tears. Mrs. Moran

held her close, while the Doctor, with