drunk the wine and eaten two doughnuts. "That walk has certainly given
me an appetite."

"And I guess you'll feel better still when you see Whyn," Mrs. Britt
replied, as she led her visitor into the front bedroom.

The invalid girl was sitting by the open window in the big chair the
captain had fitted up for her. Her cheeks were flushed with
excitement, and her eyes were sparkling with animation. She was
holding a small signalling chart in her hands, at the same time giving
instructions to the captain outside.

"Try that again," she was saying. "Don't hold your arms so stiff.
There, that's better."

Hearing the sound of footsteps, she turned suddenly and her eyes fell
upon Miss Arabella's lank form and thin face. For an instant only she
hesitated before reaching out her delicate white hand.

"Oh, you're Miss Arabella," she exclaimed. "I'm very glad to see you,
and it's so good of you to come. Sit down, please."

"For pity's sake, how do you know who I am?" was the astonished reply.

"A little bird told me," and Whyn gave a merry laugh.

"H'm. I guess it was a bird without any feathers, and a little red
head."

"Yes, that's who it was. You see, I know most of the people in this