She's all I hev." Lois brought a box over, lugging it heavily.
"We hev n't chairs; but yoh'll sit down, Mr.

Holmes ?" laughing as she covered it with a cloth.

"It'd a warm place, here.

Father studies 'n his watch, 'n' I'm teacher,"-- showing the torn old spelling-book.
The old man came eagerly forward, seeing the smile flicker on Holmes's face.
"It's slow work, Marster,--slow.

But Lo's a good teacher, 'n' I'm tryin',--I'm tryin' hard." "It's not slow, Sir, seein' father hed n't 'dvantages, like me.