CHAPTER XXX.
Lucina did not go into her aunt Camilla's house again that afternoon.
She crossed the fields--her aunt's garden--skirted the house to the road--thence home.
When she entered the south door her mother met her.

"Why didn't you wait until it was cooler ?" she asked; then, before the girl could answer, "What is the matter?
Why, Lucina, you have been crying!" "Nothing," replied Lucina, piteously, pushing past her mother.
"Where are you going ?" "Up-stairs to my chamber." With that Lucina was on the stairs, and her mother followed.
The two were a long time in Lucina's chamber; then Abigail came down alone to her husband in the sitting-room.
The Squire, who was as alert as any fox where his beloved daughter was concerned, had scented something wrong, and looked up anxiously when his wife entered.
"She isn't sick, is she ?" he asked.
"She will be, if we don't take care," Abigail replied, shortly.
"You don't mean it!" cried the Squire, jumping up.

"I'll go for the doctor this minute.

It was the heat.

Why didn't you keep her at home, Abigail ?" "Sit down, for mercy's sake, Eben!" said Abigail.