I'm sorry mother was uneasy, but she'll forgive me when she hears my tale.

Oh, I hope nothing has happened to the poor old judge." "Well, we'll soon know," replied the chief.

"Now, you just take it easy and rest until your father comes.

You need it after a twelve-mile walk.
Of all the brave little girls----" The ringing of the telephone cut the chief short.
Grace gave a long sigh and leaned back in the big chair.

She was so tired.