CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER IV
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"Oh, Philip," cried Maura, "I am so unhappy. Didn't he ask about me at all? Didn't he say he'd like to visit me -- didn't he giv' yo' any message fo' me, Philip?"
The boy toyed with a blade of grass. His eyes were downcast. Sighing heavily he at last spoke. "No, Maura, he didn't ask about you."