
"I ain't lookin' at you, child. I've jest come home from meetin'. I guess you've been asleep." "I haven't been asleep a minute. I heard you open the outside door." Mrs. Field's hand verged toward the letter in her pocket. Then she began untying her bonnet. Lois arose, and lighted another lamp. "Well, I guess I'll go to bed," said she. "Wait a minute," her mother returned. Lois paused inquiringly. "Never mind," her mother said, hastily. "You needn't stop. I can tell you jest as well tomorrow." "What was it?" "Nothin' of any account. Run along."
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