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" afraid, Miss," said Tom Cross, for the voice was his, "that there are some of your boxes broke in the fall. Allan went off this morning early to fetch them here, and he says he is afraid there is some mischief done. You had better look and see, because if there is any little accident, Allan, who is the cleverest fellow with his hands of any one in the colony that has not been bred to the trade, will mend it for you. He has got a workshop and a forge, and many a pound he's saved his father and his neighhours too." Tom thought that unpacking and examining her boxes would give the poor girl something to do, and something think of besides her irreparable loss.

"What is the use of unpacking my things, when I do not know where I am to go or what I am to do? Oh I dear, dear papa, what is to become of me?"