the kitchen.
"Here's Dick, mother!"
The boy was an orphan, and loved the widow so much
that he had come at last to call her mother.
Before another word could be uttered, Dick Varley
was in the room. Marston immediately stepped out and
softly shut the door. Reader, we shall not open it!
Having shut the door, as we have said, Marston ran
down to the edge of the lake and yelled with delight--usually
terminating each paroxysm with the Indian war-whoop,