Are you real sure you ain't got a pain somewhere ?" Shaking her head, and swallowing her sobs with an effort, Gabriella rose to her feet.

"I'm just tired out, that's all," she said, strangely humble and deprecating.
"You must have been working too hard.

It ain't right." For a minute or two the little seamstress brooded anxiously; then guided by an infallible instinct, she added decisively: "It's been a long time since you've seen your ma, and she's gettin' right smart along.

Why don't you run down home for a few days while the flowers are blooming ?" A change passed over Gabriella's face, and drying her eyes, she looked down on Miss Polly with a lovely enigmatical smile.
"I wonder if I might ?" she said doubtfully.
"There ain't any earthly reason why you shouldn't.

To-morrow's Friday, and they can get along without you at Dinard's perfectly well till the first of the week." "Oh, yes, they can get along.