LEFT ALONE IN THE DARK—MOTHER—THE PARSNIP-MAN BY DAYLIGHT—THREE POUNDS.
Peter sat in his chair, as if petrified with terror, Mary still holding fast by his arm.
"Quick, quick!" she cried, breathlessly. "We must get away from here." Then she let his arm go, and hurried away from him.
"Wait, wait!" he cried, anxiously; "I don't know where I am. Take me with you, Mary! I can't see my way. Mary! Mary! Mary!"
Nobody replied.
Peter slid down from his chair and groped his way forward till he knocked against the corner of the table. Terror fairly overcame him, and he cried—"Mother! Mother! Mother!"
"What's the matter, dear?" said his mother's gentle voice.
"I am here, Mother," cried Peter; "but I am so frightened! Mary has run away and left me all alone in the dark hall."