It almost killed her when she first knew of the cry which Mr.Arthur heard, and the light I saw that night.

She insisted upon knowing everything there was to know; and when I told her all the color left her face, and for a moment she sat rigid as a stone, with a look I shall never forget, and then she cried as I never saw anybody cry before.

This was three years ago, and she has never spoken to me of it since.' Harold's voice trembled as he talked, while Maude cried outright.

The idea of the picture was given up, and she went back to the subject of the new room in which she seemed quite as much interested as Harold himself.

When the roof was raised, and the floor laid, and the frame-work of the bay-window up, she went nearly every day to the cottage to watch the progress of the work, and to keep Harold's one hired man up to the mark, if he showed the least sign of lagging.
'She is wus than a slave-driver,' the man said to Harold one day.