Excerpt: ...care, later on, to talk to him about the house." Veronica took off her things and put them away, each one in its proper place. She said, if no one wanted her, she would read a chapter of "The Vicar of Wakefield," and retired upstairs. Robina and I had an egg with our tea; Mr. Slee arrived as we had finished, and I took him straight into the kitchen. He was a large man, with a dreamy expression and a habit of sighing. He sighed when he saw our kitchen. "There's four days' work for three men here," he said, "and you'll want a new stove. Lord what trouble children can be " Robina agreed with him. "Meanwhile," she demanded, "how am I to cook?" "Myself, missie," sighed Mr. Slee, "I don't see how you are going to cook." "We'll all have to tramp home again," thought Dick. "And tell Little Mother the reason, and frighten her out of her life " retorted Robina indignantly. Robina had other ideas. Mr. Slee departed, promising that work should be commenced at seven o'clock on Monday morning. Robina, the door closed, began to talk. "Let Pa have a sandwich," said Robina, "and catch the six-fifteen." "We might all have a sandwich," suggested Dick; "I could do with one myself." "Pa can explain," said Robina, "that he has been called back to town on business. That will account for everything, and Little Mother will not be alarmed." "She won't believe that business has brought him back at nine o'clock on a Saturday night," argued Dick; "you think that Little Mother hasn't any sense. She'll see there's something up, and ask a hundred questions. You know what she is." "Pa," said Robina, "will have time while in the train to think out something plausible; that's where Pa is clever. With Pa off my hands I sha'n't mind. We three can live on cold ham and things like that. By Thursday we will be all right, and then he can come down again." I pointed out to Robina, kindly but firmly, the utter absurdity of her idea. How could I leave them, three helpless children, with no...