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I can’t possibly tell how I felt when I saw
her; not that I vvas really af raid of poor Helen,
but it was all so strange-—so queer.
“Are you coming liere? ” asked she,
look-ing up at us and laughing. She had on the
same old brown coat, a man’s coat, that she
always wore, and was smoking a clay pipe.
“ Can you tell us the way to Goodfields?”
I asked.
“ Goodfields—nice folks at Goodfields; nice
mistress there. I know her very well,” said
Crazy Helen.
“ Yes—but how shall we go to get there? ”
I asked again as I sat down beside her on the
door-step.
“ Why, just over that way,” said Crazy
Helen, pointing back where we had come from.
“ Just go that way and you’ll get to
Goodfields.”
What in the world should I do? How
frightened Mother must be about us! And
there was Karl asleep at my side on the bare
ground. All kinds of thoughts were whirling
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