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" (ACT III.)]
She rushed to the kitchen door and opened it. A gust of snow swept into
the room, followed by a stream of cold, chilling air. Swiss awoke from
his nap and lifted, his head. Despite the storm, Mandy stood at the door
and screamed "Hello!" with her sharp, strident voice. Could she believe
her ears? Through the howling storm came a word uttered in a voice which
her woman's heart at once recognized. The word was "Mandy," and the
voice was Hiram's.
"What on earth is he out in this storm for?" said Mandy to herself. She
called back in response, "Hello! Hello! Hello!" and once more her own
name was borne to her through the beating, driving storm.
She shut the door and resumed her post at the window. Hiram was still
struggling manfully against the storm and had made considerable
progress.
Mandy turned to Mrs. Crowley and said, "Mr. Maxwell is coming, Mrs.
Crowley."
"More fool he," remarked Mrs. Crowley, "to be out in a storm like this."
"Get some cider, Mrs. Crowley," said Mandy, "and put it on the stove. He
will need a good warm drink when he gets here.


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