Perkins?" he said.
"I am not used to sitting about the house idle."
"Well, you might make me some pies," said Mrs. Perkins.
"You'd never eat them if I did. I can boil eggs and fry potatoes.
Isn't there some wood to saw and split?"
"Plenty out in the shed."
"I understand that, at any rate. Have you any objection to
my setting to work?"
"No, if you won't run away."
"Send out Charlie to watch me."
Charlie was a youngster about four years of age, and very
fond of Luke, who was a favorite with most young children.
"Yes, that will do. Charlie, go into the shed and see Luke
saw wood."
"Yes, mama."
"Don't let him run away."
"No, I won't," said Charlie, gravely.
Luke felt happier when he was fairly at work. It took his
mind off his troubles, as work generally does, and he spent a
couple of hours in the shed. Then Mrs. Perkins came to the
door and called him.
"Luke," she said, "a young lady has called to see the prisoner."
"A young lady! Who is it?"
"Florence Grant."
Luke's face brightened up with pleasure; he put on his coat
and went into the house.
"Oh, Luke, what a shame!" exclaimed Florence, hastening to
him with extended hand.
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