It was apparently raining, for the thin white dress clung about her, and she seemed very white and weary.
Darkness was drawing on, the room was dim, and at first she apparently only saw her father as she stood taking off her hat by the window.
"Nothing again to-day, and I am very tired," she said.

"Still, I am to call at another store to-morrow, and I was wickedly extravagant.

I was kept until it was too late for dinner, and I bought something that will please you for supper." Then as she turned to lay the wet hat down the blood rushed to her face, for she saw Alton kneeling by the hamper and Seaforth standing in the shadow behind her father's chair.

The former did not rise, but his comrade came forward smiling in another moment.
"I am glad we did not miss you, as we were about to go when you came in," he said.

"These are one or two trifles Harry fancied might be useful.