She would keep her promise to the little boy--she would
find Sue.
As she stood and thought, some of the roughest neighbors passed by,
looked at the child, were about to speak, and then went on. She was
quite in her shabby, workaday dress; there was nothing to rouse jealousy
about her clothes; and the "gel" seemed in trouble. The neighbors
guessed the reason. It was all little Giles. Little Giles was soon
"goin' aw'y."
"It do seem crool," they said one to the other, "an' that sister o' his
nowhere to be found."
Just then, who should enter the house but kind Dr. Deane. He stopped
when he saw Connie.
"I am going up to Giles," he said. "How is the little chap?"
"Worse--much worse," said Connie, the tears gathering in her eyes.
"No news of his sister, I suppose?"
"No, sir--none."
"I am sorry for that--they were such a very attached pair. I'll run up
and see the boy, and bring you word what I think about him."
The doctor was absent about a quarter of an hour. While he was away
Connie never moved, but stood up leaning against the door-post, puzzling
her brains to think out an almost impossible problem. When the doctor
reappeared she did not even ask how Giles was. Kind Dr. Deane looked at
her; his face was wonderfully grave. After a minute he said:
"I think, Connie, I'd find that little sister as quickly as I could.
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