We'll find out to-morrow, an' I'll tote her back." "Mebbe there'll be a reward." "Mebbe so.

But we'll do our best by her, reward or no.

But if so be they is one, I'll be mighty glad, fer I had pore luck sellin' that hay to-day." "Wal, chirk up, Father; mebbe things'll grow brighter soon." "Mebbe they will, Sary,--mebbe they will." In her unaccustomed surroundings, Marjorie woke early.

The sun was just reddening the eastern horizon, and the birds were chirping in the trees.
She had that same sinking of the heart, that same feeling of desolation, but she did not cry, for her nerves were rested, and her brain refreshed, by her night's sleep.

She lay in her poor, plain bed and considered the situation.
"It doesn't matter," she said, sternly, to herself, "how bad I feel about it, it's true.