CHAPTER XXV.
THE FUGITIVE.
Gladys did not go to bed all that night.

If her mistress could have watched her occupations, seen her tears, and listened to her prayers, she would, at least, have known that she was grateful.

The first thing she did was to finish a cap that she had been making for her, the next to complete a large piece of ornamental netting, that had been long in secret progress, and had been intended as a present for that dear mistress's birthday on the morrow.

The third, last and most difficult, was to write a letter.

Gladys usually wrote easily and well.