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. St. Nicholas [serial]. AS SHE CAUGHT SIGHT OF THE SINGER, SHE NODDED AND BECKONEDELINOR TOWARD HER. 992 ELINOR ARDEN, ROYALIST. [Sept. Now Elinor had been half afraid that thedark, bright-eyed stranger was a witch. Thesight of the baby reassured her. It was only agipsy mother with her child. Helas! He ees so tired, so hungry — mypoor leetle boy. He haf journey so far, andit grow late. Ah, vare shall my bebe sleepto-night? She sighed wearily as she gently but SHE HURRIED BACK AND GUIDED THE LITTLE PARTY TO THEHIDING-PLACE. (SEE PAGE 995-) rocked the child to and fro in her arms. Butzese
. St. Nicholas [serial]. AS SHE CAUGHT SIGHT OF THE SINGER, SHE NODDED AND BECKONEDELINOR TOWARD HER. 992 ELINOR ARDEN, ROYALIST. [Sept. Now Elinor had been half afraid that thedark, bright-eyed stranger was a witch. Thesight of the baby reassured her. It was only agipsy mother with her child. Helas! He ees so tired, so hungry — mypoor leetle boy. He haf journey so far, andit grow late. Ah, vare shall my bebe sleepto-night? She sighed wearily as she gently but SHE HURRIED BACK AND GUIDED THE LITTLE PARTY TO THEHIDING-PLACE. (SEE PAGE 995-) rocked the child to and fro in her arms. Butzese soldiers—howcome zey here? You know? Some prisoners escaped, Elinor explained, and the soldiers were hunting them awaydown to Dover. But two of them they couldnot catch. They were Royalists, too, and I war-rant the soldiers are mad with rage about , I hope the poor souls are safe ! Ah, true. Mademoiselle ees Royaleest! Iknow it from her song. Ay, I m for King Charles — I care notwho knows that, said Elinor, with a proudlittle toss of her head. But all at home areRoundheads. Those soldiers are mine unclesown men. They were supping at our houseI trow they d take me prisoner, too,if they heard my song! andshe laughed mischievously. The woman smiled andnodded, as if she quite un-derstood. Then, seating her-self on a stone, she drew Eli-nor to her. Voila, ma petite. Myman and I, we are sair-vants to a grande dame — agreat lady. Our meestressees a Roya
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