I did it, Dorothy, and not Burr! He mustn't suffer for it.

We must see him, you and I together! Don't you believe me ?" "I don't--know," sobbed Dorothy.

The dark face appeared quite fully in the door.

Madelon cast a quick glance about the room.

Dorothy's pretty Bible, with a blue-silk-ribbon marker hanging from it, lay on her dimity dressing-table.