You jest let me do my own deducin'.

I don't want no blamed woman tellin' me who to shadder.
An' you, too, Edner; get out of the way, consarn ye! The next thing _you'll_ be tellin' me what to do--an' me your father, too!" And that is why Anderson Crow resumed his search for the parents of Rosalie Gray.

Not that he hoped or expected to find them, but to offset the pernicious influence of Harry's "item." For many days he followed the most highly impossible clews, some of them intractable, to supply a rather unusual word of description.

In other words, they reacted with a vigour that often found him unprepared but serene.

Consequences bothered Anderson but little in those days of despised activity.
It is not necessary to dwell upon the incidents of the ensuing years, which saw Rosalie crawl from babyhood to childhood and then stride proudly through the teens with a springiness that boded ill for Father Time.