What he's left home for the dear God only knows; but it will come out, and when it does it won't be what anybody thinks.

And he's got a fine way wid him, and a clear look out of his eye, and I'll bet ye he's tellin' the truth and all of it.

Here they come now, and I'm glad they've got rid of that rag baby of Bobby's." She turned to her husband.

"And, John, dear, don't forget that sewing-machine--oh, yes, I see, you've got it in the wagon--go on wid ye, then!--Well, Mr.O'Day, how is it?
Purty small and cramped, ain't it?
And there's a chair missin' that I took downstairs, which I'll put back.

And there's a cotton cover belongs to the table.