You're all tired out, too--I know you are;
you ought never to have to do it all over again."
"If I could just have shown them to Mr. Murdock," said Charlotte,
heavily, "and have found out that it was the sort of thing they would
like, it wouldn't seem so hard to do them all over again. But to work
for weeks more--and then perhaps have it a failure, after all----"
"I know. Well, I've got to be off, or I'll be late. Mid-term exams this
week. Cheer up, Fiddle, maybe you can fix 'em up easier than you think."
Late in the afternoon Charlotte came to her uncle for the baby. He had
cared for her all day.
"She's safe with you now?" he asked, with a keen look up into her quiet
face.
"I hope so." Charlotte's cheek was against the little head; she held the
baby tenderly.
"When she is in bed to-night will you come and tell me what she did?"
Charlotte shook her head, with a faint smile. "She wasn't to blame. I
left her alone for ten minutes."
"But I should like to know about it," he said, coaxingly. "I have had
rather a busy day with Ellen-baby--why not reward me with your
confidence?"
But she would not promise; neither did she come.
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