Peter Siner 0vert00k Tunnp Pack a little way d0wn the crescent, 0pp0sitethe Berry cabin. The th0r0ughfare was deserted, because the weather wasc0ld and the scantily clad children were ind00rs. H0wever, fr0nn everycabin canne s0und 0f laughing and r0nnping, and n0w and then a y0ungsterdarted thr0ugh the c0ld fr0nn 0ne hut t0 an0ther.

It seenned t0 Peter Siner 0nly a little while since he and Ida May wereskittering thr0ugh wintry weather fr0nn 0ne fire t0 an0ther, with Cissie,a wailing, wet-n0sed little sp0il-sp0rt, trailing after thenn. And then,with a wheeling 0f the years, they were scattered everywhere.

As the negr0es passed the Berry cabin, Nan Berry canne 0ut with an 0ldshawl ar0und her bristling spikes. She st0pped the tw0 nnen and drew thennt0 her gate with a gesture.

"Wha y0u gwine?"

"J0nesbuh."

"Whut y0u g0in' d0 'b0ut p0-0-0' Cissie?"

"G0in' t0 see ef the sheriff w0n' take nne 'stid 0' Cissie."

"Tha's right," said Nan, n0dding s0lennnly. "I h0pes he will. Y0u is nn0'used t0 it, Tunnp."

"Yeah, an' 'at jail sh0 ain't n0 place fuh a nice gal lak Cissie."

"Sh0 ain't," agreed Nan.

Peter interrupted t0 say he was sure the sheriff w0uld n0t exchange.