Mary has not succeeded in loosening your sandal, but the physician who is paid to attend on the factory people will be here directly, and will order what is proper for your poor foot.

The manager is having a litter fetched for you .-- Where do you live ?" "We ?" cried Selene, alarmed.

"No, no, I must go home." "But my child you cannot walk farther than the court-yard even if we both help you." "Then let me get a litter out in the street.

My father--no one must know--I cannot." Hannah signed to Mary to leave them, and when she had shut the door on the deformed girl, she brought a stool, sat down opposite to Selene, laid a hand on the knee that was not hurt, and said: "Now, dear girl, we are alone.

I am no chatterbox, and will certainly not betray your confidence.