He was asleep in the hammock.

We found him there." "Dear me!" said Aunt Janet, sitting down helplessly.

"If that isn't like Blair! Of course he couldn't come like anybody else.

I wonder," she added in a tone unheard by anyone else save myself, "I wonder if he has come to take the child away." My elation went out like a snuffed candle.

I had never thought of this.
If Uncle Blair took the Story Girl away would not life become rather savourless on the hill farm?
I turned and followed Felicity and Cecily out in a very subdued mood.
Uncle Blair and the Story Girl were just coming out of the orchard.