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'Miss Twining! Miss Twining! I called, two or three times. At first nobody answered; then Miss Sniffen came over to the door and said, 'Shut up and go to bed! I asked her to let me in, but she wouldn't. I said things that I shouldn't have dared to say if I'd been cooler; but I'm glad I did! After a while I went back to my room, and I took out my key and hid it. I was afraid she'd lock me in.

'Tis a long and a sad story. The lovely Eliza J. Sniffen, who fled with me from Doemville, was seized by her parents and torn from my arms at New Rochelle.

So Doodles rode to Foxford in Mr. Randolph's sumptuous roadster, to the astonishment of Blue whom he met not far from home. Miss Sterling was not in her room. Polly had knocked and knocked. Finally she turned away and went slowly downstairs. "Is Miss Nita out?" she asked of Miss Sniffen in the lower hall. "I don't know," was the answer. She did not offer to look at the day-book on the desk.

"You are too late for chapel," she said severely. "I was afraid I would be," was the reply. "This must not occur again. Do you know that Mr. Randolph is to marry Miss Puddicombe?" "I heard so," she smiled. "The wedding-day is set!" "So I was told." "Did he tell you?" "Oh, no! I heard it a good while ago." Miss Sniffen looked a little disappointed and turned down the hall.

"I told him you had had an awful time with your ankle, and how Miss Sniffen scolded you," Polly lowered her voice, "and I suppose he felt sorry " "How Miss Sniffen scolded me? Not about his being there?" The tone was dismayed. "Why, yes! What harm was there?" "Polly! Polly! You didn't say what did you say?" "I can't remember exactly," was the plaintive answer. "I don't see why you care, anyway.

The lovely Eliza J. Sniffen, who fled with me from Doemville, was seized by her parents and torn from my arms at New Rochelle.

Now Miss Sniffen has told her to stay abed, and she has put a notice on her door that she is too ill to receive visitors." "Then can't you go in?" queried Polly anxiously. "I do," chuckled Mrs. Albright. "They'd have to do more contriving than they've done yet to shut me out!" "Oh, I'm so glad!" cried Polly. "But she ought to have a doctor! I suppose if she did it would be that Dr.

Her husband had died a month or so before, and she had tried to get back into the Home, but Miss Sniffen wouldn't have her, and she hadn't dared to apply to anybody else. As soon as she came in and found out they'd gone, she took off her things and went right into the kitchen to help. She started to make some bread; but the flour was sour and wormy, and she wouldn't use it. So Mr.

"Should you like to have mother come over?" "Mercy no! Don't tell anybody, Polly, will you? what a fool I am!" "Of course, I won't tell ever! But you're not a fool! Nobody can help crying when things go wrong. Miss Sniffen hasn't been saying anything, has she?" "Oh, no! I haven't seen her lately." Polly waited patiently. "I came back for my handkerchief," she explained.

Juanita Sterling made the same wish as she sat alone in the hour before bedtime. What could Nelson Randolph have wanted of her? And why did Miss Sniffen and her subordinates strive so strenuously to keep her from communicating with him or knowing of any attention that he paid her? She wrestled with the hard question until the bell for "lights out." Then she noiselessly undressed in the dark.