Explore "Eric, a Waif" by Emma Leslie on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
"WHERE'S Eric? how long has he been home? " Mr. Consett spoke sharply, for he felt annoyed that the lad, as he supposed, had left Boston without waiting for him at The Old Bell, according to the arrangement made in the morning.
Mrs. Consett stopped her spinning-wheel at the sound of her husband's voice, and came to meet him.