Pride v. Pickles

rs), "but a reg'lar healthy snoring sleep. He'll be as perky as pickles in the morning--saving your presence, ma'am, 'tis Tom's expression; he's full on 'em,--not pickles, but queer sayin's."

Mrs. Gray was a wonderful woman; but even wonderful women must breathe, and as she rested her lungs Edna seized her opportunity, with a passing shiver at Tom's horribly suitable expression.

"Then we are in the village--have the other passengers obtained shelter?"

"Bless your heart, you're a mile and more from Yelverton. Mr. Willon, he says you lost sight of the others."

Edna sank on to the pillow with a gasp. Alone with Dick Willon. Truly, fortune was playing her pretty tricks. And he had saved her life. To be under an obligation to him was odious, yet to have carried her so far--and Fido! A petulant, undecided sigh escaped her.

"You have been very good to me, Mrs. Gray. I shall thank you properly to-morrow. Just now I am so tired."

"No thanks, ma'am. I wouldn't leave bird, man,