THE HOUND'S POOL
IX. THE PRICE OF MILLY BASSETT
X. THE AMBER HEART
XI. THE WISE WOMAN OF WALNA
XII. THE TORCH
XIII. 'SPIDER'
XIV. THE WOODSTOCK
XV. THE NIGHT-HAWK
No. I
'SANTA CLAUS'
Nobody knew where Teddy Pegram came from or why the man ordained to settle
down in Little Silver. He had no relations round about and couldn't, or
wouldn't, tell his new neighbours what had brought him along. But he bided
a bit with Mrs. Ford, the policeman's wife, as a lodger, and then, when
he'd sized up the place and found it suited him, he took a tumble-down,
four-room cottage at the back-side of the village and worked upon it
himself and soon had the place to his liking. A most handy little man he
was and could turn his skill in many directions. And he'd do odd jobs for
the neighbours and show a good bit of kindness to the children. He lived
alone and looked after himself, for he could cook and sew like a woman--at
least like the clever ones. In fact there didn't seem nothing he couldn't
do. And his knowledge extended above crafts, for he'd got a bit of
learning also and he'd talk with Johns at the shop-of-all-sorts about
business, or with Samual Mutters, the chemist, about patent medicines, or
with butcher or baker concerning their jobs, or with policemen about
crime, and be worth attending to on any subject.
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