"Do you mean to say that there were Yankees in those days?" inquired

Mrs. Jasher frivolously.

The Professor tucked his hands under his shabby coattails and strode

up and down the room warming his rage, which was provoked by such

ignorance.

"Good heavens, madam, where have you lived?" he exclaimed

explosively--"are you a fool, or merely an ignorant woman? I am talking

of prehistoric times, thousands of years ago, when you were probably a

stray atom embedded in the slime."

"Oh, you horrid creature!" cried Mrs. Jasher indignantly, and was about

to give Braddock her opinion, if only to show him that she could hold

her own, when the door opened.

"How are you, Mrs. Jasher?" said Lucy, advancing.

"Here am I and here is Archie. Dinner is ready. And you--"

"I am very hungry," said Mrs. Jasher. "I have been called an atom of the

slime," then she laughed and took possession of young Hope.

Lucy wrinkled her brow; she did not approve of the widow's man-annexing

instinct.




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