CHAPTER XV

OF A SMALL INVALID AND A PARABLE “I be main sorry as you be a-goin’, sir!” sighed Mrs. Weldon, placidly regretful. “Thanks, but I guess I’m sorrier,” answered Dallas, sighing also, as he took up his knapsack. “I do ’ope as I’ve made you comfortable, sir?” “Mrs. Weldon, you surely did—so comfortable that I’m asking you to accept this——” “Why bless us!” murmured Mrs. Weldon, pointing suddenly. “If there beant Sairey . . . and actooally running! I wonder whatever can the matter be, for——” “Good-bye, Mrs. Weldon, my he…