Anna."

"Oh, I did, Papa, and she said she would have it all ready."

"So it is all arranged. I was thinking--but never mind."

"I know you were thinking, that I ought to have asked you, Papa; and I
ought to have. But I knew that when a little boy had no home to go to
you would of course--"

"Of course," replied her father hurriedly. "You were quite right, Jane.
And with those two rooms, why not bring them all, Joe and Pete--Pete, is
it?"

"Sam, Papa. I am not so sure. I think we should leave Joe and Sam. You
see Joe won't mind staying in the car. Nora says he lives in just a
shack at home, and Sam--I am a little afraid of Sam. We don't know him
very well, you see."

"I see. We are quite safe in your hands, little woman. You can do just
as you and Mrs. Gwynne arrange."

As the father watched the little, trim, sturdy figure stepping down the
street he muttered to himself, "That child grows more like her mother
every day." He heaved a great sigh from the depths of his heart. "Well,
God keep her, wise little woman that she is! I wish I were a wiser man.
I must be firm with her; it would be a shame to spoil her. Yes, I must
be firm." But he shrugged his shoulders and smiled at himself. "The
worst of it is, or the best of it is," he continued, "the little witch
is almost always right, God bless her, just like her mother, just like