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grizzly bear out there, trying to get in. Get
your gun, Jim, quick!”

“Tt’s the smell of the ham!” declared Mary,
going white. Besides being tired out she had
a strong aversion to bears, whether black,
brown or grizzly.

Betty’s father gave an amiable chuckle. Jim
roared.

“Don’t you know the bears are all asleep
now? Look again, Blind-eyes!’’

But in another moment they all saw Betty’s
grizzly, for he opened the door and walked in—
a big, stooped man in a bearskin coat and cap,
well sprinkled with the fine snow that was
falling outside.

A screech from Betty, a yell from Jim, a
wild cheer from Arthur; while the Little Gen-
eral fell forward over the table as near to
fainting as ever she was in her life.

“It’s the professor himself. Thanks be to
Hiven!” she quavered as she collapsed.

It was the professor indeed, and a very sleek
and prosperous looking professor he appeared
when he got himself out of his bearskins and
stood before them. Brown of face and thin as

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