Ruth Fielding At Sunrise Farm

ture of the runaway girl, Sadie Raby, from the vicinity of Cheslow. Then, as he thought of it more, and h

eaned his arms on the back of the front seat and listened to Ruth's story of her meeting with Sadie Raby, and he

n getting home from school, there she wou

ayed night before last with Mercy's mother. My

Campton and have her

ce?" demande

for?" as

suggest is any g

Ruth. "The poor thing doesn't need to be arrested. And she mi

," admitted

he wanted to go to Campt

t there safely

u two, I'll find out for sure

ad entrusted the strange girl. The next day he went over

e boys wanted to know who she was, I said she was my niece, and she nodded and agreed to

as she going

r. "But she'd lived in Harburg, and I reckon she ha

rl was journeying to, she had arrived safely at Campton. This Tom

a letter from Madge Steele urging them all to come on soon-that Sunrise Farm

eyance would meet and transport the visitors fifteen

and on the train they boarded were Heavy Stone and The Fox. The gi

since the workmen struck on the tower of Babel. Here we are-off f

ould see it with half

ol who was asked by his teacher (he must have been in Tommy's class) 'Who was Cyclops?' He was a bright

shed The Fox, "you are ge

esh over it. Don't you," retur

e dark, and their sleeper was sidetracked at the end of the journey, some time in the very early

d yard and one side of Railroad Avenue beyond. The right of way split Darrowtown in two h

the houses and the stores, and every other landmark she coul

e porter nodding in his corner, and dressed hurriedly. She made her toilette an

ugh in a moment. Dear old Darrowtown! Ruth's heart throbbed ex

d to her! And up this next street was the way to the quiet cemetery where her fat

the great maples along the way; even in the graveyard a great f

ol breeze fanned her cheek, and the bird chorus rose higher and high

, and laid them on the mounds tenderly, with a little prayer. Here sl

ho did not remember her, was currying his horse in an alley by his stable. Mrs. Barnsworth, notably the smartest housewife in Darrowt

n out of a yard to bark at Ruth, but then thou

ame in sight of the back

being sent to the Red Mill. Miss Pettis was the neighborhood seamstress and, as she often

the day" to cut and fit and run the sewing machine. Darrowtown folk expected that the

lls the seventh abomination, an' I guess that's right. But for shut-in folks like most housek

', or church scandal, or neighborhood rows. If Si Lumpkin's cat has scratched Amoskeag Lanfell's dog, let the cat and the dog fight

f ye know anythin' good about 'em, or they've had any streak o' good luck, or the like, tell me. For the folks in this town-'specially the wimmen fo

this. Miss Pettis's eyes were black and snapping; her nose was a beak; she bit off threads as though her tem

st weed dared not show its head-and reached the kitchen porch. Miss Pettis was always an early

up the steps. Then she-to her amazement-heard somebody groan. T

Oh, dear, oh, dear! w

ad come to breakfast, forgot all about the little surprise she was bent

cker, and she rocked to and fro, holding on

ting in at the door. "What in th

Fielding! Did you drop from the sky,

he chair-arm. Instantly she fell back with a scream, and Rut

could sprinkle any of it on Miss Pettis' pale

ss, child-it'll spot. I'm all rig

ry dreadful," cried Ruth, set

the dishwashin'-well, it jest about kills me to put my

ast myself and fix up the house-- Oh, yes, I shall! I'll send word down to the hotel to my friends-they'll take breakfast there-and we can have a n