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How did you get there? Did your people lose you, or had you run away from home?" The delicate wild-rose colour sank out of Lynette's cheeks. Her eyes sank under those bold, curious, blue ones of Greta's. She said, with a painful effort: "I had run away from the place that was called my home. I don't remember ever having lived anywhere else before." "My! And ...?" "It was a dreadful place."

There is such a lovely cape to go with it, but somehow, in spite of Greta's kindness, I shall not enjoy it one bit, unless Marcus has time to go with me." "Oh, he will make time; don't be so lugubrious, Livy. You are just out of heart about things, but we must have cloudy days some time. Don't you remember what Longfellow says?

The miller lived in a small house near the mill with his wife and his little daughter Hildegarde, the latter of whom was near Greta's age. The boys did not take as much interest in the miller's house as their parents took; but when they were shown into a large outer room, and were told it was the cow-stable, they had no words with which to express their astonishment.

But make no rash vows, no determinations that you think irrevocable. Leave the future to God. Now dry these dear eyes, and put old thoughts and memories of sorrow and of wrong most resolutely away from you. Be happy, as Our Lord meant all innocent creatures of His to be. And do not be tempted to magnify Greta's offence against friendship.

Decie, thrusting her pale eyes close to it, murmured: "Charming!" Mr. Treffry took it in his forgers. "Rum little toad! Cost a pot of money, I expect!" He eyed Harz doubtfully. They went into the next room now, and Herr Paul, taking Greta's bandage, transferred it to his own eyes.

Every one followed his example, Miss Naylor attaining the distinction of a pair of donkey's ears, which she wore, after another glass of wine, with an air of sacrificing to the public good. At the end of supper came the moment for the offering of gifts. Herr Paul had tied a handkerchief over Greta's eyes, and one by one they brought her presents.

There was nothing in her face to seize on, it was too sympathetic, too much like light. Yet her chin was firm, almost obstinate. The train stopped with a jerk; she looked round at him. It was as though she had said: "You are my friend." At Villa Rubein, Herr Paul had killed the fatted calf for Greta's Fest.

"You may call it proper pride," she said, contemptuously, "but I call it selfishness, for you are just depriving me of my greatest pleasure. Well, if you choose to be stiff and obstinate you must have your way, but you cannot hinder me from finishing those smocks." And Olivia, who was full of admiration for Greta's exquisite smocking, announced graciously that the smocks were to be the exception.

The shocked tone and the scandalised disgust on Greta's pretty face stung and hurt. But Lynette went on: "I speak the truth. The Mother and the Sisters, who have always known it, have kept the secret. In their great considerate kindness, they have never once let me feel there was any difference between me and the other girls not once in all these years.

She is beyond all pride ... greater than all prejudice ... she has been more to me than I can say, since she and Sister Ignatius and Sister Tobias found me on the veld seven years ago, when they were trekking up from Natal to join the Sisters who were already working here." Greta's face dimpled, and the bright, cold eyes grew greedy again. There was a romance, after all. "My gracious!