A Sunny Little Lass

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Raymond Evelyn. A Sunny Little Lass

CHAPTER I. The One Room House

CHAPTER II. After the Colonel’s Visit

CHAPTER III. In Elbow Lane

CHAPTER IV. Beside Old Trinity

CHAPTER V. A Desolate Awakening

CHAPTER VI. The Beginning of the Search

CHAPTER VII. A Guardian Angel

CHAPTER VIII. With Bonny as Guide

CHAPTER IX. In the Ferry-House

CHAPTER X. Another Stage of the Journey

CHAPTER XI. A Haven of Refuge

CHAPTER XII. News From The Lane

CHAPTER XIII. The Wonderful Ending

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“Don’t you go an’ leave me, grandpa. Grandpa, don’t you dast to go!” wailed Glory, her arms clasped so tightly about the captain’s neck that they choked him. When he loosened them, he drew her to his knee and laid her curly head against his cheek, answering, in a broken voice, “Leave you, deary? Not while I live. Not while you will stay with the old blind man, who can’t even see to what sort of a home he has brought his pet.”

“Why, to the nicest home ever was. Can’t be a nicer nowhere, not any single where. Not even on that big avenue where such shiny people as him live. Why, we’ve got a hull house to ourselves, haven’t we?”

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Glory sat down and watched her grandsire make the best dinner he could upon cold porridge and sour milk, her face radiant with pleasure that she had been able so well to supply him, and almost forgetting that horrid, all-gone feeling in her own small stomach. Never mind, a peanut or so might come her way, if Toni Salvatore, the little Italian with the long name, should happen to be in a good humor and fling them to her, for well he knew that of the stock he trusted to her, not a single goober would be extracted for her personal enjoyment; and this was why he oftener bestowed upon her a tiny bag of the dainties than upon any other of his small sales people.

The captain finished his meal and did not distress his darling by admitting that it was still distasteful, then rose, slung his basket of frames over his shoulder, took Bo’sn’s leading-string, and passed out to his afternoon’s peddling and singing. But, though he had kissed her good-bye, Glory dashed after him, begging still another and another caress, and feeling the greatest reluctance to letting him go, yet equally unwilling to have him stay.

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