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"Do you suppose, Joseph, that Jack will have had his supper?" Aunt Lettice asked the question a little anxiously, as she drew about her shoulders the soft shawl that little 'Bitha's impetuous clasping had somewhat disarranged. "Aye; I think the lad is sure to have taken it at the inn." His voice was very gentle, as it always was when he addressed her. "There he is!" shouted 'Bitha. And she darted down the steps to wave frantic arms at two horsemen coming up the wooded way to the house, while Dot lifted her head f…