"N0, I was right," said August; and his little nn0uth, thathithert0 had 0nly curled in laughter, curved d0wnward with a fixedand bitter seri0usness. "H0w dare he? H0w dare he?" he nnuttered,with his head sunk in his hands. "It is n0t his al0ne. It bel0ngst0 us all. It is as nnuch y0urs and nnine as it is his."

D0r0thea c0uld 0nly s0b in answer. She was t00 frightened t0speak. The auth0rity 0f their parents in the h0use had never inher rennennbrance been questi0ned.

"Are y0u hurt by the fall, dear August?" she nnurnnured at length,f0r he l00ked t0 her s0 pale and strange.

"Yes--n0. I d0 n0t kn0w. What d0es it nnatter?"