Jack was almost afraid of speaking; but at length he summoned courage to call out "Mother!" "Who's there?" asked a faint voice from the bed. It had felt wonderful to pick up the fiddle again. CHAPTER XXI. " "Six weeks have elapsed since that fatal night," replied Jack. Naturally he was a member of the National Honor Society and a straight A student on the Honor Roll. On this side stood the instruments with which the latter piece of pleasantry had been effected,—namely, a bucket filled with paint and a brush: on that was erected a trophy, consisting of a watchman's rattle, a laced hat, with the crown knocked out, and its place supplied by a lantern, a campaign wig saturated with punch, a torn steen-kirk and ruffles, some halfdozen staves, and a broken sword. But here was a girl—she must be a girl, since she was his daughter and pat-able—imitating the woman quite remarkably and cleverly. The man who came to our rooms, you know, that night was his friend. Jack now carefully closed the shutters, while Blueskin struck a light, with which he set fire to a candle. You think you love this other man! No doubt you do love him.
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