"Evening," said t of breath.

        Miss Amelia and ting nor spoke. t him.

        "I am ing for Miss Amelia Evans."

        Miss Amelia pus;;

        "Because I am kin to ; the hunchback said.

        tumpy MacP Miss Amelia.

        "ts me," s;;

        "Because --" t as t to cry. ed tcase on ttom step, but did not take ;My mot Cy years ago oday tell me t ;

        Miss Amelia listened urned slige ives, and s-aunt    aunt y miles a t get on so ried very ime to time, to    some kind of far-fet    ely no success.

        t into a lmarole, mentioning names and places t o teners on to o do . "So Fanny and Marters. And I am t ;    doo unfasten case. y sparrorembling. t looked like parts out of a se out an old pograp;ture of my moter."

        Miss Amelia did not speak. So side, and you could tell from    s. Stumpy MacPook tograp out to. It ure of ttle y    migure in anyones album.

        Stumpy MacP back . "; he asked.

        tain. "I raveling."

        Still Miss Amelia did not speak. S stood leaning against t togetly    ttom step and disappeared. uation ouc. t    to    and d run    of toood tom step; o feel . Maybe    a miserable t o be a stranger in tocase full of junk, and claiming kin    any rate    doeps and suddenly began to cry.

        It    a on to o tore at midnig doo.

        At last one of t;Ill be damned if    a regular Morris Fiein."

        Everyone nodded and agreed, for t is an expression ain special meaning. But t knoalking about. Morris Fiein le Jee ligy o Society City. But si, ein.

        "ell, ed," said Stumpy MacP;t;

        Miss Amelia crossed trides. S doeps and stood looking tfully at tranger. Gingerly, oucill , but er no    and till s, dear lig ting colder. t a bottle from    and after polisop    to to drink. Miss Amelia could seldom be persuaded to sell , and five so muknown.

        "Drink," s;It ;

        topped g, ly licked tears from around old. ook a slo. ttle they had paid for.

        "It is smoot; Stumpy MacP;Miss Amelia, I o fail."

        t evening (ttles of it) is important. Ot    for    ty of its o is    and songue, but once do gloer is not all. It is kno if a message is ten    of paper t. But if t to tters turn bro t t    iced, ts t    only of t drink some on a Sunday and e across a mars y cup, and in    e a sness keen as pain. A ime t January sky, and a deep frig op . Suc    truthere.
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