Chapter

1 IV |      the Aberfoyle postmark?” inquired Simon Ford.~“Yes, like yours,”
2 XI | recesses of the mine.”~“But,” inquired Jack, “have you any possible
3 XII|     been down there, dearie?” inquired Madge.~Nell made no answer;
4 XIV|      passing over our heads?” inquired Nell.~“Those are clouds,”
5 XIV|  awoke. “Have I been asleep?” inquired she.~“No, my child,” said