Aunt Jessie helped her very much, and no one guessed, when they saw pretty Miss Campbell going up and down the hill with such a serious face, that she was intent upon anything except taking, with praiseworthy regularity, the constitutionals which gave her such a charming color.
Matters were in this state when one day a note came to Rose from Mrs.
Clara.
MY SWEET CHILD, Do take pity on my poor boy and cheer him up with a sight of you, for he is so triste it breaks my heart to see him.

He has a new plan in his head, which strikes me as an excellent one, if you will only favor it.

Let him come and take you for a drive this fine afternoon and talk things over.

It will do him a world of good and deeply oblige Your ever loving AUNT CLARA.
Rose read the note twice and stood a moment pondering, with her eyes absently fixed on the little bay before her window.

The sight of several black figures moving briskly to and fro across its frozen surface seemed to suggest a mode of escape from the drive she dreaded in more ways than one.