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whispered thoughtfully. "Or a lamb," said Miss Letitia. "Er a painter," Tunk ventured, his ear turning to catch the sound. "Let's open the door," said Sidney Trove, advancing. "Not me," said Tunk, firmly, raising his gun. Trove had not time to act before they heard a cry for help on the doorstep. It was the voice of a young girl. He opened the door, and there stood Mary Leblanc--a scholar of Linley School and the daughter of a poor Frenchman. She came in lugging a baby wrapped in a big shawl, and both crying. "Oh, Miss Tower," said she; "pa has come out o' the woods drunk an' has threatened to kill the baby. Ma wants to know if you'll keep it here to-night." The two old maids wrung their hands with astonishment and only said "y!" "Of course we'll keep it," said Trove, as he took the baby, "I must hurry back," said the girl, now turning with a look of relief. Tunk shied off and began to build a fire; Miss S'mantha sat down weeping, the girl ran away in the darkness, and Trove put the baby in Miss Letitia's arms. "I'll run over to Leblanc's cabin," said he, getting his cap and coat. "They're having trouble over there." He left them and hurried off on his way to the little cabin. Loud cries of the baby rang in that abode of silence. It began to kick and squirm with determined energy. Poor Miss Letitia had the very look of panic in her face. She clung to the fierce little creature, not knowing what to do. Miss S'mantha lay back in a fit of hysterics. Tunk advanced bravely, with brows knit, and stood looking down at the baby. "Lord! this is awful!" said he. Then a thought struck him. "I'll git some milk," he shouted, running into the buttery. The baby thrust the cup away, and it fell noisily, the milk streaming over a new rag carpet. "It's sick; I'm sure it's sick," said Miss Letitia, her voice trembling. "S'mantha, can't you do something?" Miss S'mantha calmed herself a little and drew near. "Jes' like a wil'cat," said Tunk, thoughtfully. "Powerful, too," he added, with an effort to control one of the kicking legs. "What shall we do?" said Miss Letitia. "My sister had a baby once," said Tunk, approaching it doubtfully but with a studious look. He made a few passes with his hand in front of the baby's face. Then he gave it a little poke in the ribs, tentatively. The effect was like adding insult to injury. "If 'twas mine," said Tunk, "which I'm glad it ain'
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