"Go right along, Jerome Edwards! I tell you something dreadful has happened to father.

Mother says so.

Go right along!" Jerome pulled himself away from her nervous clutch, and collected himself for flight.

"He was goin' to carry that wood to Doctor Prescott's," said he, reflectively.

"Ain't any sense goin' to the ten-acre lot till I see if he's been there." "It's on the way," cried Elmira, frantically.