Miss Carleton had been with her young ladies for a promenade--people less elegant would have said for a walk--Miss Carleton rejoiced in long words.

"Young ladies, prepare for a promenade," was her daily formula.
They had just returned, and Miss Arleigh missed Adelaide Lyster.
"Why did not Miss Lyster go out with us today ?" she asked of another governess.
"She complained of headache, and seemed quite out of spirits," was the reply.
Marion hastened to her; she was of a most loving disposition, this motherless girl--tender and kind of heart, and there was no one for her to love--no father, mother, sister or brother; she was very rich, but quite alone in the world.

She hastened to Miss Lyster's room, and found that young lady completely prostrated by what she called a nervous headache.
"You have been crying, Adelaide," said Marion.

"It's no use either denying it or turning your head so that I cannot see you.

What is the matter ?" "I wish you had not come here, Marion.