It was many weeks, however, before Anderson slept soundly.
He was once more happy in the consciousness that Rosalie had been saved from disaster and that he had done his duty by her.
"I'd like to know how them doggone jays from Boggs City expected to find out anything about that child when I hain't been able to," growled Mr.
Crow in Lamson's store one night.

"If they'll jest keep their blamed noses out of this affair I'll find out who her parents are some day.

It takes time to trace down things like this.

I guess I know what I'm doin', don't I, boys ?" "That's what you do, Anderson," said Mr.Lamson, as Anderson reached over and took a handful of licorice drops from the jar on the counter..