"Come this way," said he, sharply.

"Come this way, Eva." "Oh, Jim! oh, Jim!" Eva sobbed again; but she followed him, little Ellen's golden fleece tossing over her shoulder.
"She's got her; she's got her!" shouted the people.
[Illustration: 'She's got her!' Shouted the people] Then the leather-stained hands gyrated, the cheers went up, and again the whistles blew.
Jim Tenny, with his hand on Eva's arm, pushed his way through the crowd.
"Where you goin', Jim ?" asked the pretty girl at his elbow, but he pushed past her roughly, and did not seem to hear.

Eva's face was all inflamed and convulsed with sobs, but she did not dream of covering it--she was full of the holy shamelessness of grief and joy.

"Let me see her! let me see her! Oh, the dear little thing, only look at her! Where have you been, precious?
Are you hungry?
Oh, Nellie, she is hungry, I know! She looks thin.

Run over to the bakery and buy her some cookies, quick! Are you cold?
Give her this sacque.