"I finished this part just as the cars stopped, and I put my scissors in the place; I'll read it to you." Standing there with one book still under her arm, the newspaper half unwrapped from it, hanging down and flapping in the breeze, she opened the other volume at the scissors-place, turned back a page or two, and began to read as follows: "Lord Edward slowly san-ter-ed up the bro-ad anc-es-tral walk, when sudden-ly from out a cop-se, there sprang a fur-i-ous hound.

The marsh-man, con-ce-al-ed in a tree expected to see the life's blood of the young nob-le-man stain the path.

But no, Lord Edward did not stop nor turn his head.

With a smile, he strode stead-i-ly on.

Well he knew that if by be-traying no em-otion, he could show the dog that he was walking where he had a right, the bru-te would re-cog-nize that right and let him pass un-sca-thed.