I know I do not.

Mrs.
Herron is a tiny old lady, with a feeble spark of vitality left; and with all her strength she is clinging to life, and pleading with it to give her word of her only child before she goes out unsatisfied.

She knows that her daughter is gone, and now her hopes are fastened on you.
If for only a few days, you certainly must go with me." "I will not!" The lawyer turned to the Harvester.
"She will be ready to start with you to-morrow morning, on the first train north," said the Harvester.

"We will meet you at the station at eight." "I----I am afraid I forgot to tell my driver to wait." "You mean your instructions were not to let the Girl out of your sight," said the Harvester.

"Very well! We have comfortable rooms.