Her husband knew my real name, but to all others I was Adelaide Bigelow.

Old Mrs.Plum did not know I was married, for Abby was as anxious to keep the secret as I was myself.

She was going abroad, the rich aunt, and being a nervous invalid, she wanted some young, handy person as traveling companion.

So when I was better Abby asked if I was still resolved not to go home, and on learning that I was, she spoke of Mrs.Plum, and asked if I would go.

I caught at it eagerly, and in May I was sailing over the sea to France.