t, as long as
she was able.

But after a while she grew tired, and sat down by the roadside to rest.
As she sat there, the sun sank lower, and the gathering chill of
evening made itself felt in the air. Then for the first time doubt as
to the wisdom of her course presented itself to her.

"We're going to catch it when we get home," she told Anna.

With a feeling of dismay, she remembered how far away from home she
was. The hush of evening, the silence of the fields, filled her head
with vague fears. She held her doll tightly to her breast for comfort.
The little red squirrel, flirting along the low stone wall, seemed to
peer at her as though to say; "This is where I live. But where do you
live? You can't live here; I won't have it." Juliet began to shiver
with cold.

"Oh, goodness," she whispered to Anna, "I'm going to catch it when I
get home."

But to start for home again in the gloom, took more courage than she
had left her. Grasping her umbrella, her five pennies, and her doll,
she retreated to the middle of the road. "Mr. Jeminy," she cried, "Mr.
Jeminy, where are you?"

The silence, more ghostly than before, was not to be endured. "Mr.
Jeminy," she called at the top of her voice, "Mr. Jeminy, Mr. Jeminy,
Mr. Jeminy.

"Oh, please come back."

She was saved the ignominy of tears. For at that moment she heard from
down the road a sound of wheels, and the beat of hoofs. And presently
a farm wagon, drawn by an old white horse, approached her in the
twilight.

"Well, bite me," said the farmer, peering at her over the front of the
wagon. "Are you lost, child?"

"No, sir," said Juliet. Now that she was found, she was in the best of
spirits, all sprightliness and wheedle. "I'm not lost. I'm looking
for somebody."

"Do tell," said the farmer. "A friend of yourn?"

"An old man," said Juliet. "An old, old man. He's a friend of mine.
I have to tell him to come home as fast as he can, because it's a
wicked sin."

"Does he live hereabouts?" asked the farmer.

"He used to," said Juliet, "but he ran away. Now Mrs. Grumble's sick,
he ought to come home again, and ease her last hours."

The farmer began to chuckle. "What's the old gaffer's name?"

"Mr. Jeminy," said Juliet.

"Hop in," said the farmer. "I'll take you along. He's been stopping
with Aaron Bade, over to the Forge. I declare, if that don't beat all.
Curl up in the hay, child, it'll keep you warm. What were you doing,
holle