Already, however, she was thinking what a long, long way off that rock must be, when back at the window it had looked so near! Fifteen minutes later the great clock in the hallway of the Harrington homestead struck six.

At precisely the last stroke Nancy sounded the bell for supper.
One, two, three minutes passed.

Miss Polly frowned and tapped the floor with her slipper.

A little jerkily she rose to her feet, went into the hall, and looked up-stairs, plainly impatient.

For a minute she listened intently; then she turned and swept into the dining room.
"Nancy," she said with decision, as soon as the little serving-maid appeared; "my niece is late.