I have been to look for the yellow bog-bean.

There, Margaret.

Had not I better go and look for him ?" "Yes, do," said Dr.May.

"The boy is never off one's mind." A sort of instinctive dread directed Norman's steps down the open portion of Randall's Alley, and, voices growing louder as he came nearer, confirmed his suspicions.

The fence at this end was down, and, on entering the field, a gleam of light met his eye on the ground--a cloud of smoke, black figures were flitting round it, pushing brands into red places, and feeding the bonfire.
"What have you been doing ?" exclaimed Norman.