Kate Morgan and her soldiers . ttle woman climbed into thewagon with the treasure to get the/ last kissfrom Uncle John, who wouldnt come back,perhaps, until snow-time, and Katie wentto the highest point she could find to watchthe canvas covers out of sight, and whilstthere she told God that her Uncle John wasa very good man, and she hoped he would takethe best of care of him whilst he was gone,and then Katie went to the baby, who had SETTLEMENT. 69 somehow felt very much neglected sinceeverybody had been so busy preparing for thedeparture, and was testifying its neglect bymournful cries, with
Kate Morgan and her soldiers . ttle woman climbed into thewagon with the treasure to get the/ last kissfrom Uncle John, who wouldnt come back,perhaps, until snow-time, and Katie wentto the highest point she could find to watchthe canvas covers out of sight, and whilstthere she told God that her Uncle John wasa very good man, and she hoped he would takethe best of care of him whilst he was gone,and then Katie went to the baby, who had SETTLEMENT. 69 somehow felt very much neglected sinceeverybody had been so busy preparing for thedeparture, and was testifying its neglect bymournful cries, with only Trip to heed it, wl)0sat beside the baby in its cradle, made out ofa sycamore log, and gave it all the comforthe could with soft strokes of his tongue, thatwere not at all quieting, as Katie found. Uncle John would be away a month, andmeanwhile everybody began preparing for thelong winter coming. Who knows but there will be a city herebefore Mr. Merwin comes ? said Paul, at theconclusion of the many plans that CHAPTER VIII. SOMEBODY COMES. One bright, sunny afternoon, when had been gone eight days, Sydneyand Lizzie rushed into the new house, andrunning through all its three-story length,and overturning more articles than I couldstop to count, they shouted, Mother! Mo-ther! Quite breathless, they at last foundMrs. Merwin in Mrs. Lines portion of thehouse, and they could only cry Come !come ! and see whats on the prairie ! At the first glance, Mrs. Merwin thoughtit was her returning husband, with the can-vas-covered wagons, but Sydney proved, byhis knowledge of numbers, that ten wagonscould not be made out of three, and everymoment they came nearer and nearer, untilhorses were counted, and then faces grew outof the distance. The canvas covers drew near SOMEBODY COMES. 71 the late habitation of the Merwins, and thechildren, one and all, went to meet them. Theres a boy, cautiously said Sydney,as he peeped into one of the vehicles. I see a pretty little g
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