what had occurred to cause the separation, she would never tell, and
only hinted mysteriously with a deep sigh whenever the subject of
matrimony was discussed. People knowing her, always smiled, and among
themselves often spoke of Miss Arabella's "affair."

The Simpkins' house was close to the river, and about a quarter of a
mile from the rectory by means of a short-cut through the field, though
much longer by the main highway. Rod took the short route, and in a
few minutes reached the place. His heart beat fast as he drew near,
for he dreaded meeting Miss Arabella, whose sharp tongue he had good
reason to fear.

Tom Simpkins met him at the door, and ushered him into the sitting-room
where Miss Arabella was lying upon a sofa near the window. She was
somewhat paler than usual, and very weak. A look of disappointment
appeared upon her face as the door opened and Rod entered.

"Oh, it's only you," she complained. "What brought you here?"

"I came for the key, Miss Arabella," Rod pantingly explained, keeping
as close to the door as possible.

"H'm, I should think you would not only be afraid but ashamed to come
near me after doing such a mean thing as you did this afternoon," and
the invalid fixed her piercing eyes upon the boy.

"W-what did I do?" Rod stammered.

"Do! Didn't you put that key down my neck, which gave me such a
terrible shock?"