lisped confusedly: "Daddy in Heaven!"
as once, a two-year-old, she had prattled
it at her father's knee.

Then what--what? Another voice
prattling near her--chattering icily! A
bully human voice!

"Gosh! Something r-rotten in the
State of Denmark," it gasped. "Jove!
I like excitement, but I'd rather be warm
enough to enjoy it. Oh! Dad, if there
are any others left in that car, the one
on end, you help 'em. I must attend to
these girls."

"T-take her first--Una!" flickered
Pem, a spicy flicker still, as she felt a strong
grasp on her shoulder and looked up into
the face of a broad-shouldered youth in
a gray sweater; the engine might explode,
but, to the last, they should not say of
Toandoah's daughter that her courage was
a Quaker gun.

"Jove! but you're game," flashed the
youth. "Well, keep up--hang on--I'll
be back in a minute!"

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