consternation, locked the door, and threw over her glittering bridal
robes a long water-proof cloak that covered her from head to foot.
Drawing the hood over her head, she stood ready.

"Now," said Miss Dane, rapidly, "we will not go out by the front door,
because I don't want any one to know I have quitted the house. Come this
way."

She opened one of the long windows and stepped out on the piazza. Sarah
followed.

Some distance on there was a flight of stairs leading to a paved
back-yard. They descended the stairs, walked down the yard, passed
through a little gate, and stood in the street, under the bright night
sky.

"Now, Miss Grant," said Mollie, "where is your carriage?"

"At the corner of the avenue, miss. This way."

Two minutes brought them to the corner. There stood the hack.

Sarah made a motion for Miss Dane to precede her. Mollie stepped in; the
girl followed, closing the door securely after her, and the hack started
at a furious pace.

"How dark it is!" exclaimed Mollie, impatiently. "You should make your
driver light up, Miss Grant."

"There is sufficient light for our work," a voice answered.