is full of them, if you do right and put yourself in the way of them. Is there some special blessing you are thinking of, Mrs. Davis?" he inquired, saying the words because the woman had used a certain significant, mysterious tone in her last statement. This made him believe she could be clearer and say a deal more, if she chose to do so.
"Yes, there is," replied Mrs. Davis, almost excitedly. "You mustn't question me, though, boy—not just now, anyway. You have given me a lot to think of. I may tell you something very important later on—I may tell your mother to-day. Good-by."
As she approached the trap in the floor, Ralph got a call for a switch. He was reluctant to let his visitor depart. Her vague revelations disturbed him. When he had attended to the levers, he turned again to Mrs. Davis. In doing so he chanced to glance down at the near tracks, and fixedly regarded two approaching figures.
"Hello," he spoke irrepressibly, aloud. "Coming here—the master mechanic and Gasper Farrington."
"What's that—who?" cried Mrs. Davis, almost in a shout.
Ralph looked at her in new amazement. As she had caught the last name he had spoken, she
