quot;Evening,quot; said t of breath.

    Miss Amelia and ting nor spoke. t him.

    quot;I am ing for Miss Amelia Evans.quot;

    Miss Amelia pus;;

    quot;Because I am kin to ; the hunchback said.

    tumpy MacP Miss Amelia.

    quot;ts me,quot; s;;

    quot;Because --quot; t as t to cry. ed tcase on ttom step, but did not take ;My mot Cy years ago oday tell me t ;

    Miss Amelia listened urned slige ives, and s-aunt  aunt y miles a t get on so ried very ime to time, to  some kind of far-fetcion  ely no success.

    t into a long rigmarole, mentioning names and places t o teners on to o do . quot;So Fanny and Marters. And I am t ;  doo unfasten case. y sparrorembling. t looked like parts out of a se out an old pograp;ture of my moter.quot;

    Miss Amelia did not speak. So side, and you could tell from  s. Stumpy MacPook tograp out to. It ure of ttle c tiny  migure in anyones album.

    Stumpy MacP back . quot;; he asked.

    tain. quot;I raveling.quot;

    Still Miss Amelia did not speak. S stood leaning against t togetly  ttom step and disappeared. uation ouc. t  to  and cy and run  of toood tom step; o feel . Maybe  a miserable t o be a stranger in tocase full of junk, and claiming kin  any rate  doeps and suddenly began to cry.

    It  a common to o tore at midnig doo.

    At last one of t;Ill be damned if  a regular Morris Finestein.quot;

    Everyone nodded and agreed, for t is an expression ain special meaning. But t knoalking about. Morris Finestein le Jee ligy o Society City. But since t, ein.

    quot;ell, ed,quot; said Stumpy MacP;t;

    Miss Amelia crossed trides. S doeps and stood looking tfully at tranger. Gingerly, oucill , but er no  and till s, dear lig ting colder. t a bottle from  and after polisop  to to drink. Miss Amelia could seldom be persuaded to sell , and for o give so muc unknown.

    quot;Drink,quot; s;It ;

    topped crying, neatly licked tears from around old. ook a slo. ttle they had paid for.

    quot;It is smoot; Stumpy MacP;Miss Amelia, I o fail.quot;

    t evening (ttles of it) is important. Ot  for  ty of its o is clean and songue, but once do gloer is not all. It is kno if a message is ten  of paper t. But if t to tters turn bro t t  iced, ts t  only of t drink some on a Sunday and come across a mars y cup, and in  come a sness keen as pain. A ime t January sky, and a deep frig op . Suc  truthere.