My sister Lizzie that I've told you so much about, she's dreadful sick, and I've got to go right out and take care of her.
Thank you, dear!" (as she felt Marie's arms round her on the instant, and the soft voice murmured little French sympathies in her ear), "you're real good, I'm sure, and I know you feel for me.

I've got to go right off to-morrow or next day, soon as I can get things to rights and see to the stock and things.

But what is troubling me is you, Maree.

I don't see what is to become of you, poor child, unless--Well, now, you come here and sit down by me, and listen to what Mr.De Arthenay has to say to you.

You know he's ben your friend, Maree, ever sence you come; so you listen to him, like a good girl." Abby was in great trouble: indeed, she was the most agitated of the three, for it was with outward calm, at least, that De Arthenay spoke; and Marie listened quietly, too, plaiting her apron, between her fingers, and forgetting for the moment to make the horns with her left hand.