CHAPTER VII.
AGATHA'S RESOLVE Agatha looked pale and tired as she sat, rather languidly, in an easy chair in Mrs.Farnam's pretty room.

There was bitter frost outside, but the new wooden house, standing among the orchards of South Ontario, was warm, and furnished with a regard for comfort and artistic taste.

Mrs.
Farnam was proud of her house and good-humored husband, who gave way to her except about the growing of fruit.

On this subject, she had told Agatha, he was extraordinarily obstinate.

She had some tact and much kindly feeling, but had been a teacher and believed she had a talent for managing other people's business.