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the Elf, very properly, refused to do,
for, after all," undiluted wisdom would
be a colorless cloak for any young back.

"Well! he--he wouldn't speak to us
when we just wanted to thank him for
saving us in that terrible train-accident,"
put in Una defensively.

"Ha! That was my fault, little niece.
I made him promise, on coming East,
that he wouldn't go near any of his relatives,
risk being identified by them, until
I had decided what to do about the legacy
-and whether I was going to make myself
known to them, or not. Now-ow, I
hope you'll be friends. He 's your own
cousin--Treff junior."

And so Jack at a Pinch at last came
into his own in the shape of a name!

"Yes, called after me, he is! Goodness
! don't I wish he 'd hurry up and
get here, now--with the doctor?"

It was a hollow groan. Pain was, at
length getting the better of that capricious
spirit.


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