as many peoples grieves for me as grieves for

    Mr. Singer. I sure o knoo have as sad a funeral as he had and as many peoples------’

    or Copeland roug;You talk too much.’

    But truly  o o no ote man and rusted ery of   support. to tanding. Alo te man  or scornful but  be of all t not t t it from him now.

    For it errible feelings o le . tred t for days ruly let o ter th Mr.

    Blounti t visitor, t noe. Andt anger t came in umps of illies legs. tred —love for red for t left ed and sick in spiritDaug me my c. I am going.’

    er time in bed   he would fall.

    ood leaning against took from  one of to h.

    , Portia said. But it so  outside you not going to need it.’

    time ty . ed against tibule and t outside. t and  before and in the

    very early morning—but noed on tomobile  in treet.

    ell, Benedict Mady, ttle bit  fe  be long.’

    I do not  be homesick?*

    Portia   good and ready. Buddy o ride o to love to drive.’

    tomobile ied to t o top. But alted do empty. tood patiently, a brick tied to his reins.

    Karl Marx, Doctor Copeland said. I^ook s not. Bring t on the floor and my rocking-chair.’

    Less us get started. I anxious to be ime, on said.At last tomobile.

    Karl Marx sat at tia, oget.

    Fat on able ture.’

    *No, it is too crohe wagon.’

    But you not used to t going to be very bumpy and trip liable to take all day.’

    quot;t does not matter. I his.’

    tell on to com