CONTENTS.
| SCENE I. | |
| PAGE | |
| Flossy Morrison learns the Secret of Death | |
| without ever having learned the Secret | |
| of Life | [7] |
| SCENE II. | |
| Little Timothy Jessup assumes Parental Responsibilities | [17] |
| SCENE III. | |
| Timothy plans a Campaign, and Providence | |
| materially assists in carrying it out, or | |
| vice versa | [26] |
| SCENE IV. | |
| Jabe Slocum assumes the Rôle of Guardian Angel | [39] |
| SCENE V. | |
| Timothy finds a House in which he thinks a | |
| Baby is needed, but the Inmates do not | |
| entirely agree with Him | [51] |
| SCENE VI. | |
| Timothy, Lady Gay, and Rags prove faithful | |
| to each other | [63] |
| SCENE VII. | |
| Mistress and Maid find to their Amazement | |
| that a Child, more than all other Gifts, | |
| brings Hope with it, and forward looking | |
| Thoughts | [74] |
| SCENE VIII. | |
| Jabe and Samantha exchange Hostilities, and | |
| the former says a Good Word for the | |
| Little Wanderers | [87] |
| SCENE IX. | |
| "Now the End of the Commandment is Charity, | |
| out of a Pure Heart" | [100] |
| SCENE X. | |
| Aunt Hitty comes to "make over," and supplies | |
| Back Numbers to all the Village | |
| Histories | [112] |
| SCENE XI. | |
| Miss Vilda decides that Two is One too many, | |
| and Timothy breaks a Humming-Bird's Egg | [126] |
| SCENE XII. | |
| Lyddy Pettigrove's Funeral | [143] |
| SCENE XIII. | |
| Pleasant River is baptized with the Spirit of | |
| Adoption | [152] |
| SCENE XIV. | |
| Timothy Jessup runs away a Second Time, | |
| and, like other Blessings, brightens as | |
| He takes his Flight | [166] |
| SCENE XV. | |
| Like all Dogs in Fiction, the Faithful Rags | |
| guides Miss Vilda to his Little Master | [179] |
| SCENE XVI. | |
| Timothy's Quest is ended, and Samantha says, | |
| "Come along, Dave" | [189] |
TIMOTHY'S QUEST.
SCENE I.
Number Three, Minerva Court. First floor front.
FLOSSY MORRISON LEARNS THE SECRET OF DEATH WITHOUT EVER HAVING LEARNED THE SECRET OF LIFE.
Minerva Court! Veil thy face, O Goddess of Wisdom, for never, surely, was thy fair name so ill bestowed as when it was applied to this most dreary place!
It was a little less than street, a little more than alley, and its only possible claim to decency came from comparison with the busier thoroughfare out of which it opened. This was so much fouler, with its dirt and noise, its stands of refuse fruit and vegetables, its dingy shops and all the miserable traffic that the place engendered, its rickety doorways blocked with lounging men, its Blowsabellas leaning on the window-sills, that the Court seemed by contrast a most desirable and retired place of residence.