“I know, Uncle Cliff; I reckon I’m not an Ashe--clear through.” Blue Bonnet rose hurriedly and ran down the steps. Around the house she went, and in through the back way to her own room. There she brushed the hot tears from her eyes with an impatient movement. “Oh, it is true,” she said to herself, “and I can’t help it. Oh, if I could only go away--I hate it here! Hate it! Hate it!”