From the Valley of the Missing - Grace White Miller

"Be ye a good woman, lady, a good woman?"[Pg 9] The owner of the golden head drew back as if afraid.

"Ye wouldn't hurt a little 'un-a sick brat? He-he's been hooked. And it's his birthday. Take him, 'cause he'll die if ye don't!"

Moved to a sense of pity, the light-haired woman extended two slender white hands to receive the human bundle, struggling in pain under the muffling shawl.

"He's a dyin'!" gasped Scraggy. "His pappy's a hatin' him! Give him warm milk-"

Again the yacht's whistle shrieked hoarsely, drowning her last words. As the stern of the little boat swung round, Scraggy read, stamped in black letters upon it:

Harold Brimbecomb, Tarrytown-on-the-Hudson, New York.

EAN: 9781557426611