Hark! how the cricket joins the music with its chirp! chirp! chirp! and how the kettle hums!
THE RETURN HOME
GOOD-BY, MARY FRANCES. COME AGAIN!
THE RETURN HOME
XXXVII
GOOD-BY, MARY FRANCES. COME AGAIN!
IN the middle of the story, “The Cricket on the Hearth,” when everybody was so anxious to hear more, there came the sound of many voices, and then a loud scream. Mary Frances knew it was the voice of the old witch, who had been listening.
“Let me be!” she was crying. “I don’t want to go away! I want to find out who the old man was! I want to find out who the old man was! I want to see if Tackleton did marry May Fielding! I won’t go! S-so there! Did I tramp all the miles to get here just to be taken back again?”