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3. An ion is
A. an atom that has gained electrons.
B. an atom that has a positive charge.
C. an atom that has lost electrons.
D. an atom that has a negative charge.
E. All answers are correct.
5. Isotopes of the same element are different from one another in that
A. they have a different number of protons.
B. they have a different number of neutrons.
C. they have a different number of electrons.
D. they are a different element.
E. only one of the isotopes is matter.
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you and him,” said Miss Fronde, and she put a twenty-dollar note
in Lucy’s hand.
“Oh! thanky, youn’ mist’ess! Thanky, ma’am! Lor’! dis is twice
mo’ money’n ebber I had ’fo’ in all de days ob my pilg’imidge,” said
Lucy, courtesying between every sentence.
“I gwine to come to wait on yo’ at dinner time, mist’ess. I gwine
to come wait on yo’ table ebbery time w’ile yo’ stay inter dat house.
Mr. ’Pollyon Syphax say how I may. Mr. ’Pollyon Syphax moughty
’bligin’ colored gemman, Mr. ’Pollyon Syphax am,” said Tom,
smiling in delight.
“Well, I fink ’Pollyon Syphax mought be ’bligin’ on such
’casions. Yo’ doin’ his work fo’ him, an’ me a gibbin’ Sa’ Ann
Syphax my own house, wot me an’ yo’ knock togedder wiv our own
han’s out’n de ole camp lumber, an’ all de stools an’ de fings as we
made ourse’ves! An’ all a f’ee gif’! I des yeckon how ’Pollyon
Syphax mought be ’bligin’.”
Roma left Lucy holding forth on the Syphax indebtedness, and
with a smiling nod turned away from the cabin.
She led Owlet back across the bramble lot and down the street
to the northern starting point of the Fourteenth Street cars, found
one empty, and got into it with her.
They rode all the way down to the southern terminus, corner of
F Street, where they got out.
Roma, leading her protégée, walked across to the avenue, and
down it to a well-known emporium of ready-made clothing.
They entered this establishment, which was a perfect treasury of
necessary, useful and beautiful articles of wearing apparel for
women and children of all ages and conditions.
It required but a short time to select from such stores a
sufficient outfit for the child.
Having ordered her purchases to be sent to her address, Roma
took Owlet to the Children’s Hospital, to see Titus Blair.
The lad was quite overjoyed to see so soon again the lady who
had promised to take him to the seaside, and with her the little
playmate whom he had known at the Wesleyan Flats.
“She used to ride up and down in the elevator with me a great
many times a day, ma’am. It was almost the onliest amoosement
she had, afore yo’ took her in han’, poor little thing!” Titus
explained, looking fondly at the child.
“I know,” said Miss Fronde.
Owlet seated herself beside the invalid boy, and said:
“Titus, I have got such lots and lots and lots to tell you! Not such
stories like Cinderella, because them’s all lies, you know; but real,
awful ’ventures with a wicked man, who was not possessed of a
grain of common sense, and stole children away and made them
go dead! Yes, and about horrid old women who smell enough to
knock you down, and tell you such lies! Oh! I’ve got lots of
’ventures to tell you, Titus.”
The boy stared first at the child and then at the lady.
“Yes, Titus,” she said, “little Catherine was stolen from Goblin
Hall, but you see we have got her back, safe and well. Now do not
let us talk about it any more to-day. It is not good for either of you.
The doctor says you can go to the seaside any time with me now.”
“Oh! can I, ma’am? Oh! won’t that be just glorious!”
“I hope it will do you good. I expect to leave on next Saturday.
Have you clothes enough, my boy? Or have you lost them during
your illness?”
“I have some underclo’es here, ma’am, an’ this suit wot I’m a-
wearin’ ob now; an’ I’ve got a Sunday suit in my ole garret loft at
the Vesleyan, ma’am,” said the boy, with some pride in his poor
wardrobe.
“Yes, I know you had very nice clothes when you ran the
elevator. You were always very neat.”
“Had to be, ma’am, an’ it took ’mos’ all my wages fo’ to keep me
so; but ef I hadn’t been I’d ’a’ lost my place, sure as a gun.”
“Have you any money left, my boy?”
“Just a dollar ’n eighty cents, ma’am, an’ I’m thinkin’ as I ought
to pay that to the hospital, ma’am. It aine much to offer ’em fo’ all
dey don’ fo’ me, but it’s ev’ry cen’ I have, an’ I think I ought ter
offer it ter ’em. What do yo’ think, ma’am?”
“I think you are quite right, and you might offer it to the
hospital,” said Miss Fronde, who was much too wise to discourage
a boy in his impulse of justice or generosity, from any mistaken
kindness to him.
“Mrs. Brown has got it keepin’ fo’ me. Will yo’ please ask her to
send it ter me, so I kin give it ter ’em?”
“Certainly; and I will send it over by Tom this afternoon,” Roma
replied. Then, wishing to test the boy further, she inquired:
“If you pay all your savings away, Titus, what will you do when
you get well?”
“Go to work, ma’am. An’ I should do that anyways, whether I
had any tin or no,” promptly replied the lad.
“But perhaps you might not be able to get work.”
“Oh, yes, I should, ma’am. I never was out’n it till I got sick. Ef I
can’t get one sort o’ work I can get anudder. Yo’ see, ma’am, I can
turn my han’ to ’mos’ anythin’ in the way o’ plain, hard work,” said
the lad, with sublime self-reliance, and with unconscious heroism.
“Oh-h-h! Ain’t he possessed of common sense!” exclaimed
Owlet in a rapture of admiration.
“I quite agree with you, my little owl,” said Roma as she arose to
take leave of the boy, repeating her promise to send Tom with his
money in the afternoon.
“Thanky, ma’am. I’ll be awful glad to see old Tom! I haven’t seen
him since I have been in de hospital. I reckon Tom was too bashful
to come an’ see me, ’mong so many strangers.”
“Very likely; but he will be glad to come when he has the excuse
of being sent on an errand,” said Miss Fronde.
Before Roma left the hospital she spoke to both nurse and
doctor, telling them that as she had permission to do so, she
should take Titus Blair away on some evening, so as to have him
ready to go with her party the next week.
When they reached Miss Fronde’s apartments at the Wesleyan
they found that Owlet’s new outfit had arrived.
Owlet dressed herself in a seal-brown cashmere frock, trimmed
with satin of the same color, and went down with her lady to
dinner.
They found Tom there, waiting to serve them.
When the dishes of the first course had been placed upon the
table Roma said:
“Tom, I wish to send you on an errand this afternoon, to take
something to Titus Blair, at the Children’s Hospital.”
“All yight, mist’ess,” said the boy, with a bow. “I’ll be yeady to go
’mediately arter dinner. I be moughty p’oud to go see po’ Titus.”
Half an hour later Roma got the sick boy’s little purse from Mrs.
Brown and gave it to Tom to take to its owner.
“You may tell Titus that you are going to the Isle of Storms with
us, Tom. I forgot to do so,” said Miss Fronde.
“Oh, mist’ess, I doane like to do dat,” replied the boy.
“But why?”
“’Ca’se it make po’ sick Titus feel so bad ’ca’se he can’t go, too.”
“But Titus is going with us.”
“Oh, Lor’, mist’ess! yo’ doane say so? Oh, aine I glad!”
“Yes. Now run away, or it will be too late for you to get
admission to the hospital.”
Tom only waited until he reached the sidewalk before he turned
a somersault for joy, stood on his head, and kicked, toppled over,
picked himself up, and ran, leaping and dancing, to the corner of
Fourteenth Street, to take the car for the Children’s Hospital.
That afternoon Roma found her first opportunity of questioning
Owlet. She heard every detail of her abduction from Goblin Hall,
her journey, and her sojourn in New York, that the child knew,
and, much more than any one else, had been able to draw from
her.
All Miss Fronde’s worst suspicions were confirmed, and she
resolved to defend little Owlet against Hanson, even if she should
have to do so in the courts of justice, as the child’s “best friend.”
She also emphasized her resolution to take the orphan to Scotland
with her, and to bring her, if possible, to the acquaintance of that
austere ancestress of whom poor Marguerite Nouvellini had
spoken with so much awe. She had written three letters to that
great lady, but had received no answers.
All the remainder of that week Roma spent in making her
purchases and other preparations for the sanitorium; in doing all
of which she was advised and assisted by Dr. Washburn.
By Tuesday evening all these goods had been packed and
shipped on board the John Gordon, bound from the port of
Georgetown to Norfolk and New York, and taking in the Isle of
Storms, with other points, in its course.
She had also engaged passage for herself and friends on the
same comfortable little boat.
The events of the voyage will be chronicled in the third and last
of this series, under the title of “T H F ,” published in cloth
binding, uniform with this volume.
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