But tell me all." Awed and startled out of the sweet dreams of a few minutes ago, Lucia tried to obey.

She said a few almost unintelligible words, then came to a sudden pause.

She had slipped back again to her old place after her little burst of anger, and now looked up pleadingly to her mother.
"But, indeed, I don't know how it was," she said; "only it was after the Indian went away." Mrs.Costello started.

"What Indian ?" she asked.
And then the story came out, vivid enough, but broken up as it were by the newer, sweeter excitement of that other story which she could only tell in broken words and blushes.

As she spoke her eyes were still raised to her mother's face, looking only for the reflection of her own terror and thankfulness; but she saw such deadly paleness and rigidity steal over it, that she started up in dismay.
Mrs.Costello signed to her to wait, and in a moment was again so far mistress of herself as to be able to say, "Sit down again.