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with him in the morning?" Caleb Hunter bobbed his head, vehemently. Rapidly he related to her the episode of the switch engine in Dexter Allison's millyards. "And I believe what I believe," he insisted, doggedly. "And to-morrow I aim to give that boy a ride in one of Allison's 'steam injine' cabs, if it's all I do!" "I thought so," said Miss Sarah. For a time she sat there upon his arm chair. Neither spoke, nor felt the need for words. Just before she rose to go upstairs, she broke that quiet. "He has an odd, strange, half-wild beauty," she mused aloud. "A beauty that is quite unusual, I should say, in children of his--his station. His hair is silken and, oh so thick! And his eyes and square chin with that little cleft. And his nose--his nose, I should say, might be said to denote estheticism--and--a--a--ah----" Caleb Hunter threw back his head at the telltale little quaver in the voice and found Sarah Hunter smiling down at him, whimsically. "Get all the amusement out of it that you can," he invited her. "And--and trust a woman to take note of such points as you have mentioned!" From the stairs she gave him one backward glance. "Forgive me, Cal," she hogged. "I meant it all--truly! Even the estheticism, which I only included to tease you. And if you don't want to trust to a woman's judgment on such points as I have mentioned, I would suggest that you peep in on him when you retire, and--and confirm them for yourself." Hours later Caleb acted upon her suggestion. Every characteristic which Sarah had mentioned he found and noted in that half-lighted moment or two while he stood at the bedside. And he noted more than just that. Sarah's old canvas hunting coat was folded into a small bundle and lay, guarded by one outflung, loose-fingered brown hand, beside the sleeping boy's face on the pillow. Caleb went to bed with a half dozen wild notions whirling in his head, and a strange something tugging at his heart. CHAPTER III THREE QUARTERS AND SIX EIGHTHS Saturday morning dawned as hot and dry and windless as had been the other days of the week which had preceded it. Caleb Hunter, rising from an uneasy night, blamed his sleeplessness upon the weather. It was fully an hour before his usual, not-too-early hour of rising, when he slowly descended the wide stairway; and yet he was but little surprised to find the boy already there before him, seated upon the top step of the v
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