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106 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON 'S. mow overhead and Brindle buried her broad, soft nose in it with a deep breath of content. The girl carried the foaming milk to the house, and strained it into pans, the nurse watching her curiously. Then she prepared the feed for the chickens and went out to feed them. When she returned to the house Mrs. Allen removed her wet clothmg and requested her to change her gown, hers was so wet and draggled. Dolores looked at her in surprise. She was in the habit of performing these duties rain or shine, and it never harmed her; rain was but rain. It might be that she was used toit was the reason why she did not mind it. The other women of the settlement did the same, and not one of them feared a wetting; they gave no thought to it; they knew nothing better; the rain came or the sun, and the work was done; doubtless the men would have been surprised had the women complained. She moved from her companion to the fire. “They will want their breakfast,” she said, slowly, mo- tioning toward. the closed door beyond as though it were the only thought in her mind. “They have their breakfast,” Mrs. Allen said. She placed the food on the table and drew up the chairs cozily. “Come, dear,” she said, the motherly tone returning to her voice, “let us have our breakfast. I think your uncle will come over this morning in spite of the rain, and I don’t want him to see such a pale little face for his niece. Dora is SO anxious to see you she will doubtless send for you as she cannot come herself. Judge Green will send a-closed carriage, and you need not fear the rain.” Dolores set down the coffee cup quietly, and looked at the nurse. She evidently did not understand. Mrs. Allen smiled at her as though everything was arranged, and all she was expected to do was to obey. “Yes,” she said in her pleasant voice, noddihg her gray head until the broad blue ribbon quivered. “Never you fear, Dolores. Dora hasn’t forgotten you; they’ll come ‘€comicbooks.co