of coffee. I ain't got all day to wait around! I've got to git to
town!"
"All right, Josh. I'll be there right away. Now, dearie, jest you be
patient, and everything will come out all right."
"But can't I have a window open? I am almost smothered. You know I am
used to almost living out doors."
"Well," then, she whispered, "wait till Josh gets off and I'll slip up
and fix you. He's awfully fussy about some things."
There was nothing for Dorothy to do but wait. But how long it seemed!
How close the day was, as the sun opened up on that hot roof! Oh, if
she did not get away, surely she _would_ go crazy!
She could hear the old farmer grumbling. Evidently he was not pleased
about something. But Mrs. Hobbs was cautioning him not to speak so
loud. Of course they were afraid of being overheard. "If she opens the
window," Dorothy decided, "I'll drop to the piazza roof! Then I can
escape! Oh, I must escape!"
She dare not, however, make any preparations to get away until after
the farmer had gone to town; until after Mrs. Hobbs had opened the
window and until after--she hoped this would happen--after Mrs. Hobbs
went off to the fields for her berries.
CHAPTER XVII
STRANGER STILL
"You kin mend furst rate, Betsy," complimented old Sam Dixon, as Tavia
plied her needle in the little ticket office, "and do you know, I've
taken quite a shine to you? You might be my niece if you liked. I have
a penny or two, and there ain't no pockets in shrouds."
Tavia looked up in surprise! After all, might there be "a fortune"
somewhere for her or for her family? The thought seemed too absurd.
"Why, Uncle Sam, what do you mean?" she asked.
"Even Sam Dixon can't live forever, sis, and you know it's sort of
lonely to think, that, when he goes, there won't be no one to think of
him, like he thinks of them. That's why I want your name and address.
But there comes the train from the city. Would you mind attendin' to
the window while I run out with the mail bag?"
"Certainly I will--I know where the tickets are, and can ask you the
price if any one wants to buy one." Wasn't it queer to sell tickets?
But that was the train to the city!
"Oh, Uncle Sam!" called Tavia. "Isn't that the train I should go on?"
"Without giving me your address?" and he was running down the platform
with the mail bag. "Couldn't you wait till the next?"
There seemed nothing else to do! But to stay longer away from camp?
Well, she might as
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