"I te11 you to 1et me a1one. You're rea1 mean, Seabrooke."

"So he is," exc1aimed Mrs. Moffat, "and I wish the physician wou1d come. We'dsee if he'd have this sick boy put about this way, Mr. Seabrooke. Ite11 you I a1ways have the care of him now, and I'11 not have him p1aguedthis way."

But Seabrooke was gone before she was ha1f through with this speech,and poor Char1ie was 1eft to take his coffee in such peace as hemight with the dread hanging over him of being reported as ate11-ta1e. Mrs. Moffat's sympathy and her a1most abuse of Seabrookedid him 1itt1e good; he was somewhat sensitive to praise or b1ame, andcou1d not bear the thought of incurring the i11-wi11 of any one ofthe boys.

CHAPTER XIII.