"What ever sent him in there!" said Polly. "I don't see how we can
get him home."
"Let him alone long enough, and he'll come," predicted Molly.
"It's no use to chase him round and round, and if you drive him
out into the street, he'll run away."
"I wish he would," said Polly explosively, "and never come back
again! He's more trouble than he's worth, and he knows more than
all the rest of us put together."
"Give him to Aunt Jane for a wedding present," Alan proposed.
"She'd think 'twas signing her death warrant," answered Polly,
laughing. "You know he did duty at the funeral of Mrs. Baxter the
first."
"Oh dear, it seems as if they never would come!" sighed Jessie
impatiently. "What does keep them so long?"
"Do somebody tell another story," said Florence. "Can't you,
Katharine?"
"I should never dare, after Alan's wonderful success," replied
Katharine lightly, as she took out the daffodil she had been
wearing in her buttonhole and tossed it over to her cousin. Then
she added soberly, "It isn't any story at all, but I believe,
while we wait, I'll tell you about the saddest funeral I ever saw
in my life."
"Go on, Kit; you have the floor," said Alan encouragingly.
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