On the way she again consulted her watch, and it caused her to flit still faster.

Arrived at the abode of the Tews, she fortunately found Letty in the garden, sitting with two younger sisters, one a child of five years.

Miss Tew was reading aloud to them, her book being 'Pilgrim's Progress.' At the sight of Adela the youngest of the three slipped down from her seat and ran to meet her with laughter and shaking of curls.
'Carry me round! carry me round!' cried the little one.
For it was Adela's habit to snatch up the flaxen little maiden, seat her upon her shoulder, and trot merrily round a circular path in the garden.
But the sister next in age, whose thirteenth year had developed deep convictions, interposed sharply-- 'Eva, don't be naughty! Isn't it Sunday ?' The little one, saved on the very brink of iniquity, turned away in confusion and stood with a finger in her mouth.
'I'll come and carry you round to-morrow, Eva,' said the visitor, stooping to kiss the reluctant face.

Then, turning to the admonitress, 'Jessie, will you read a little?
I want just to speak to Letty.' Miss Jessie took the volume, made her countenance yet sterner, and, having drawn Eva to her side, began to read in measured tones, reproducing as well as she could the enunciation of the pulpit.

Adela beckoned to her friend, and the two walked apart.
'I'm in such a fix,' she began, speaking hurriedly, 'and there isn't a minute to lose.