Mary Hughes had walked the entire length of the long dock at Anchorage,Alaska. Now, having rounded a great pile of merchandise, tents, tractors,groceries, hammers, axes, and boxes of chocolate bars she came quitesuddenly upon the oddest little man she had ever seen. Even for a girl inher late teens, Mary was short and slender. This man was no larger thanshe."A Japanese," she thought as her surprised eyes took in his tight-fittingblack suit, his stiff collar and bright tie. "But no, a Jap wouldn't looklike that." She was puzzled and curious. At that particular moment, shehad nothing to do but indulge her curiosity.Together with hundreds of other "home-seekers"--she smiled as she thoughtof herself as a home-seeker--she had been dumped into the bleak Arcticmorning. Some of the goods that were being hoisted by a long steel cranefrom the depths of a ship, belonged to Mary, to Mark her brother, and toFlorence Huyler her cousin. There was, for the time, nothing they coulddo about that. So--
For lack of a better listener, Betty Gordon addressed the saucy little chipmunk that sat on the top rail of the old worn fence and stared at her with bright, unwinking eyes. "It is the loveliest vase you ever saw," said Betty, busily sorting the tangled mass of grasses and flowers in her lap. "Heavy old colonial glass, you know, plain, but with beautiful lines." The chipmunk continued to regard her gravely.
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