CHAPTER XXIV.
WINN DISCOVERS HIS LONG-LOST RAFT.
The morning was gray and chill.

The low-hanging clouds were charged with moisture, and a thick fog hung above the river.

Sabella was so filled with anxiety concerning the fate of Don Blossom that she was unable to settle down to any of the light domestic duties with which she generally occupied her mornings.

She wandered restlessly from door to window, with the vague hope that her missing pet might be somewhere in sight.

If the weather had not been so unpleasant, she would have started out on a private search for him in the immediate vicinity of the landing.