CHAPTER VIII.
PLAYING THIEF.
This day was the longest one to be found in the almanac; it was longer than all the line of railroad from Maine to Indiana and back again.
Dotty shut her lips together, and suffered in silence.

But when the afternoon was half spent, it suddenly occurred to her that if she did not go home she should die.

Soldiers had died of homesickness, for she had heard her father say so.

She had not been able to swallow a mouthful of dinner, and that fact was of itself rather alarming.
"Perhaps I'm going to have the _typo_.

Any way, my head aches.