She was full of odd, delightful fancies to-night.

She kissed her hand to the gloaming; no, not to the gloaming--to the little hunted, anxious girl she had been.
[Illustration: "She is standing behind that tree looking at us."] "She is looking at us," she said.

"She is standing behind that tree looking at us.

She wanted so much to grow into a dear, good woman that she often comes and looks at me eagerly.

Sometimes her face is so fearful! I think she was a little alarmed when she heard you were coming back." "She never liked me, Grizel." "Hush!" said Grizel, in a low voice.