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| gone. | rather liked II TO he able to :;
you must and ''you MUSTN'T to Troll
Ii didn't occur to me to wonder how Trol
liked it.
Well, it was one thing and another b
tween TrollO and me till school time. Su,
little things they seem now But they
not seem little to me then. was cross al
cold. And was afraid Keziah Phipps' o
man wouldn't get his back up, after all. al
We shouldn't get our corn-balls. And ever,
thing hit me. somehow, Just the crookt
way. lou know how il iS on a cold morl
ing. Not that | want to excuse myself.
wouldn' excuse myself for the wide, wid
world, for what | said to Rollo at the last
He'd plagued me about his luncheon
for il vas 50 snowy keziah thought he
better stay over till afternoon or though
he plagued ne lie nibbled at the pie. an
took a squash cooky keziah made for m,
And when | told him how much trouble Il
was, he said
"IIee-he-hee-e-e-eei
He had funny way of laughing ont. lik
n waterfall or a little bell, or a little shower
When | felt pleasant, liked to hear hin
laugh. When didn't, it didn't make m
any pleasanter.
ITS nothing to to laugh at" said l.
"lIec-hee-he-ce-ee =" said Trollo.
! didn't say anything to that, but hurrie.
him along little to the door diJn'
push him exactly.
Come. Iierodi" said Trollo. "le' III,
alone, and say good by
My name is not Ileiodl" said 1, with al
awful air.
"Oh, well, said Trollo, don't let'~ b,
50 cross. ! wished you were coming too
Just see it snow -
lie stood minute on the steps, turning
bis face towards the road-the pretty, mis-.
chicyous little round. red face 1t looked
grayer, somehow, that minute. As he stood
looking at the storm. And he spoke back
in his gentlest, prettiest little way, as he
went down the steps and waded into the
snow that had already begun to drift in
shallow, greyish pile against the fence.
Good by, Herod :" said Trollo.
But still felt cross ;and he called me
Ilerod And did mt want Ia give in to
him that way, | suppose. However it came
about. called after him down the walk.
There, 20, And don't care if | never
see you again"
ILN4A1 LlA llbL Alt@Atl. Alf WIN NAtM III
between Us. lie trudged off stoutly into the
storm, lis little red tippit flying in the wind
across his shoulders. The snow whirled up,
and in a minute or less | lost sight of the
little tippit, and came in and shut the door.
shut the door, but | did not shut away
the words had spoke to Trollo. A. told
YOU. they seemed to me to come back and
knock on the window 10 be let in again. If |
could, | would have unsaid them, think,
even then. | wished had said something Il
little different. somehow.
/ passed rather 4 lonesome morning. The
storm grew worse. Keziah Phipps warmed
over the hash and a piece Of squash pie for
me, and went home early. She said may be
She should MT come over again. The old
man was riley about it to-day, anyhow-his
potatoes burned yesterday-and then it did
set in and snow at such a rate =" But She "a
come if she could, for she'd promised my
ma. and could heat up the coffee myself,
for she'd cut the bread and butter.
80 said, Very well, and did MT urge
her to come. for was thinking about the
cornballs hoped Trollo would get home
in good season, and we'd have some fun.
opened Keziahs old umbrella for her, and
kicked her little path to the gate. and
then came back and stood in the door till she
had got out of sight, and then | came into
the house alone.
1t did seem lonesome, do the best | would
Ny footsteps echoed up and down the stairs
The doors slammed after me and made me
start. The fire winked at me, as if | were
going to sleep. built it up, and put things
in order little, picking up some slippers
and an old mitten of TrolloS that he had left
kicking around. | wished that Trollo would
come. 1t gave me an unhappy feeling to see
the little slippers. as i'll had been home
sick
went to the harm for company before
long, and fed the pigs and shook down hay
for llautboy-that was the horse-for the
night, although it was early, and locked
every thing up, and came back again. won
dering what | should do next. | wished that
Trollo would come.
had been in the barn some time, and
when | crossed the little side-yard to come
from the barn to the house, | was surprised
to see how the storm had gained. 1t was
blowing, by that time, furious gale: the
wind came up in long waves like an incom-
ing tide. 1t took my breath As stood in
the barn door. The air was gray and dense
with Snow and sleet. There was deep
drift in the yard at the corner where cross
ed. I waded through to get to the house.
1t came almost to my waist, | could hardly
get the doors together. wished that
Trollo We're at home
| wished 50 again when had got into the
house by the fire. 1t looked 50 deadly cold
out of doors. wondered how any one could
see his way to walk in the great whirl of
snow and wind. And such little fellow
only eight years old
looked at the clock. 1t was almost four.
Just about that time he would be starting to
come home. The school-house was a mile
and a-quarter away. beyond the church and
beyond the town. Trollo had rather 4 lone
ly road to come, and a very windy one, as |
said. There were two ways, where the road
branched off. lie might take one or he
might take another; but both were bad
enough.
began to think that | should feel better
to 20 and meet him. But | remembered
that he would have started long before |
could get there, and that could not tell
which way he would come. If he came alone
he would come by the church. When he
came with Jenny Fairweather, he came the
other way. Jenny Fairweather and Trollo
Were rivals in the spelling class, but the best
of friends outside of it.
So gave up the idea of going to meet
him, for if missed him, and he came home
cold and found me gone, should be sorry,
thought. ran up into the attic once, to
see if could see anything of him. 1t had
begun to grow dark. | thought | could see
the church clock, for often got the time by
the attic window. But | could not see the
church. | could not see the road. | could
see nothing but the wind and snow. 1t SEEM
ed to me as if could see the wind. From
the attic window, the whole world seem to
have become a whirlpool of wind and snow.
Oh, for sight of the little red tippet, a
glimpse of the round. red, mischievous little
face
1t seemed to mestill as if those ug.y words
were blowing about in the storm, and had
come up to the attic window, and were
knocking and knocking to be let in.
Il don't care if | never see you again J"
''l-dOn't-care if I-neyer-see you
again ~ actually tried to open the window
and let them in,-l felt so uncomfortable in
the attic. But tie window was frozen and |
stuck.
went down stairs and tried to amuse |
myself by putting the molasses candy on to |