that they contained, if not entire skeletons, at least scattered
bones.

She discovered once, quite in open evidence on Miss Farrel's
wash-stand, a little porcelain box of pink-tinted salve, and she did
not hesitate about telling Hannah, her chambermaid, the daughter of a
farmer in the vicinity, and a girl who was quite in her confidence.
She called Hannah into the room and displayed the box. "This is what
she uses," she said, solemnly.

Hannah, who was young, but had a thick, colorless skin, nodded with
an inscrutable expression.

"I have always thought she used something on her face," said Miss
Hart. "You can't cheat _me_."

Hannah took up a little, ivory-backed nail-polisher which was also on
the wash-stand. "What do you suppose this is?" she asked, timidly, in
an awed whisper.

"How do I know? I never use such things myself, and I never knew
women who did before," said Miss Hart, severely. "I dare say, after
she puts the paint on, she has to use something to smooth it down
where the natural color of the skin begins. How do I know?"

Hannah laid the nail-polisher beside the box of salve. She was very
much in love with the son of the farmer who lived next to her
father's. The next Thursday afternoon was her afternoon off. She
watched her chance, and stole into Miss Farrel's room, applied with
trembling fingers a little of the nail-salve to her cheeks, then