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Thurston, I. T. (Ida Treadwell), 1848-1918

"The Bishop's Shadow"

Scott added.
The boy drew a long breath. "I won't let her know 't I care much 'bout
their goin'," he said, bravely.
"Nan will guess quite enough," answered the gentleman, "but, Theodore,
how would you like to come here? Mrs. Rawson has a little room over
the L that she seldom uses, and she says that you can sleep there if
you like, and pay for it the same that you pay for the dark room that
you now have."
The boy's eyes were full of surprise and pleasure as he answered,
gratefully, "I'd like that fine!"
"Come on, then, and we'll take a look at the place. It has been used
as a storeroom and will, of course, need some fixing up."
As Mr. Scott threw open the door of the L room Theodore stepped in and
looked about him with shining eyes. It was a long, low room with
windows on three sides. The floor was covered with matting and the
walls with a light, cheerful paper.
"This for me!" exclaimed the boy. "Why, Mr. Scott, it's--it's too fine
for a chap like me."
"Not a bit, my boy, but I think you can be very comfortable here, and
you will know that you have friends close at hand. And now, Theodore,
I suppose you will want to get home, for we hope to get Nan away next
week."
"So soon!" cried the boy, a shadow falling on the face, a moment
before so bright.


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