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Rh Brownlee wiped his eyes. "I supposed you knew, but I see she hasn't told." Then the three days' history of the lunch box was repeated with particulars which included the dog. "Now laugh!" concluded Brownlee. "Blest if I see anything funny!" replied Sinton, "And if you had bought that box and furnished one of those lunches yourself, you wouldn't either. I call such a work a shame! I'll have it stopped." "Some one must see to that, all right. They are little leeches. Their father earns enough to support them, but they have no mother, and they run wild. I suppose they are crazy for cooked food. But it is funny, and when you think it over you will see it, if you don't now." "About where would a body find that father?" inquired Sinton grimly. Mr. Brownlee told him and he started, locating the house with little difficulty. House was the proper word, for of home there was no sign. Just a small empty house with three unkept little children racing through and around it. The girl and the elder boy hung back, but dirty little Billy greeted Sinton with, "What you want here?" "I want to see your father," said Sinton. "Well, he's asleep," said Billy. "Where?" asked Sinton. "In the house," answered Billy, "and you can't wake him." "Well, I'll try," said Wesley.