AUNT HANNAH AND SETH
‘Hi, Limpy!’ a Shrill Voice Cried.”
Copyright, 1900, by
THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO.
CONTENTS.
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I. | —An Advertisement, | 1 |
| II. | —The Country, | 20 |
| III. | —Aunt Hannah, | 39 |
| IV. | —The Flight, | 58 |
| V. | —An Accident, | 76 |
| VI. | —Sunshine, | 95 |
A small boy with a tiny white dog in his arms stood near the New Yorkapproach to the Brooklyn Bridge on a certain June morning not manyyears since, gazing doubtfully at the living tide which flowed pasthim, as if questioning whether it might be safe to venture across thestreet.
Seth Barrows, otherwise known by his acquaintances as Limpy Seth,because of what they were pleased to speak of as “a pair of legs thatweren’t mates,” was by no means dismayed by the bustle and apparentconfusion everywhere around him. Such scenes were familiar, he havinglived in the city, so far as he knew, from the day of his birth; but,owing to his slight lameness, it was not always a simple matter forhim to cross the crowded streets.
2“Hi, Limpy!” a shrill voice cried from amid the pedestrians in thedistance, and as Seth looked quickly toward the direction from whichhad come the hail, he noted that