“Does not say,” answered the reader.
“Some poor devil of an adventurer making a donkey of himself, I suppose,” said Dick.
“Come, I won’t read you any more sensational news if that is the way you treat it,” said Anna.
And the subject was dropped and forgotten.
The family circle then separated, each retiring to his or her own room, to fill up the time till the dinner hour with answering letters.
CHAPTER XIII.
OLD AND NEW.
One in stories of the past,
One in glories still to last,
One in speech and one in face,
One in honest pride of race,