Not SHE, you know, but I--I scooted, skedaddled out here." "But what for ?" asked the master, regarding Uncle Ben with hopeless wonder.

"Something must have happened.

What was it?
Was she"-- "She WAS a good schollard," said Uncle Ben gravely, "and allowed to be sech, by all.

She stood about so high," he continued, indicating with his hand a medium height.

"War little and dark complected." "But you must have had some reason for leaving her ?" "I've sometimes had an idea," said Uncle Ben cautiously, "that mebbee runnin' away ran in some fam'lies.