CHAPTER I
NAN
"Hello, Nan!"
"Heyo, Ruthie!"
"Where are you going?"
"Over to Reid's lot."
"Take me?"
"No, Ruthie, can't."
The little child's lip began to tremble. "I think you're real mean, Nan Cutler," she complained.
Nan shook her head. "Can't help it if you do," she returned, stoutly, and took a step on.