Looking After Sandy; A Simple Romance

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Ill THE FAMILY SANDY'S tale was soon told. After it had been heard in respectful silence the gentleman lifted her kindly and gently off the stool, took her bundle, and saying quietly, We'll have to tell Mother, shut the door of the office and began striding up the street in a direction away from the station. Sandy clutched his hand tightly. Everybody seemed to know him. If Sandy had been older she might have judged that she had chosen a man of singular independence for her protector, for, although many a curious glance was cast upon this odd child and her bulging bundle, no questions were asked; and The Chief volunteered no information. Half-way up the street they met a small, nervous man with a long, straggling beard, at which he continuously plucked or combed it agitatedly with his fingers. He was hailed as Brown, and given minute instructions and the key of the shop. He, too, though casting curious glances at the young lady with whom The Chief averred he was hastening home, asked no questions. After Brown had been dismissed they started along a pretty street shaded by big trees. On each side were neat little frame houses with gardens about them and wide back yards. Sandy admired them all, but was growing weary. Once her guide looked down at her and inquired if she was too tired to walk and wanted a carry, but this she indignantly denied. Eleven years old, and to be carried before the other six! Perish the thought! She continued to plant one foot painfully before the other, and hope it wasn't for long. It wasn't. Presently her companion, who had been adapting his step to hers and whistling and singing Bonnie George Campbell in the loveliest voice Sandy had ever heard, stopped before one of the cottages. Quite the nicest, Sandy decided. It was low...