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the soiled jacket, to make the girl into a woman in spite of her environment. "You are still determined to live in the hut?" he said, after clearing his throat, and overlooking her question. "Yep, till Daddy comes home. And then I's a-goin' to make him get offen that land, 'cause it ain't his'n. It air Minister Graves'." "But your father has his squatter's right," put in the lawyer, feeling that he was giving the student less chance if he said this. "No one can take the place from him." "He ain't got no right there," she insisted again, "'cause I asks the student, and he says as how Daddy can have the ground by the law, but that it air a-belongin' to his pappy." Her face was perfectly grave and serious, and she spoke slowly. Would the name of Frederick Graves always be flaunted in his face? Deforest Young believed that he was beginning to hate the boy. Suddenly he leaned over, and touched the bell. It pealed loudly through the building. Tess sat up. The bell disturbed her, and she cast her eye upon the basket, with a shifting, darting glance. The janitor appeared at the door. "Hyram," said Young, "could you find a vessel which would hold berries or fish? I would like to take some home with me." "I ain't got no fish nor berries," said Tess, rising with a burning blush. "Then what have you in your basket?" asked the lawyer, getting up also. "Child, you need not feel badly over the money I give you for the food you sell." He was standing beside her when his eyes fell upon the waiting janitor. "Never mind, Hyram," he exclaimed, "Miss Tessibel says she hasn't anything to sell." Hyram closed the door before Young spoke again. "Why won't you let me help you, poor little girl?" Tess stepped between the professor and the babe, lifting the child's bed in one hand. "I ain't got nothin' to-day," she muttered sullenly. "And when I says I ain't got nothin', I ain't." "Then why did you bring that with you?" insisted Young, with a motion of his hand. "It is certainly heavy, or you would not have laid it down so carefully.... Child, if you won't let me give you anything, please allow me to buy the food which you work so hard to get." His hand fell upon the handle of the grape-basket, but Tessibel's remained obstinately on the other side. "I's a-wantin' ye to help Daddy Skinner," she whispered, with drooping lids. "I don't need no help." At that moment a wail from the infant startled them both. Pro
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