You've heard of her misfortune, Miss Graham ?" Pink interposed quickly with a little laugh, though her brows contracted slightly, as if with pain.

"Oh, yes, Mother dear!" she said; "Miss Graham has heard all about me, and knows what a _very_ important person I am.

But where is the yarn that I was to wind for you?
I thought you wanted to begin weaving this afternoon." "Oh!" exclaimed Hildegarde.

"Never mind the yarn just now, Pink! I want to give you a little ride before I go back to the farm.

May she go, Mrs.
Chirk?
It is such a beautiful day, I am sure the air will do her good.
Would you like it, Pink ?" Pink looked up with a flush of pleasure on her pale cheek.