gave the hard sound to the _g_, and she looked suspiciously at both
women. However, Miss Farrel was undoubtedly pale, and Miss Hart's
face relaxed.

"Go back to your room," she said to Hannah. "You won't be fit for a
thing to-morrow." Then she said to Miss Farrel: "I don't know what
you mean by digitalis. I haven't got any, but I'll mix you up some
hot essence of peppermint, and that's the best thing I know of for
anything."

"Thank you," said Miss Farrel. She had sank into a chair, and had her
hand over her heart.

"I'll have it here in a minute," said Miss Hart. She went out, and
Hannah followed her, but not before she and Miss Eliza Farrel had
exchanged looks which meant that each had a secret of the other to
keep as a precious stolen jewel.



Chapter VI


The next morning Henry was very quiet at the breakfast-table. He said
good-morning to Horace in almost a surly manner, and Sylvia glanced
from one to the other of the two men. After Horace had gone to school
she went out in the front yard to interview Henry, who was pottering
about the shrubs which grew on either side of the gravel walk.

"What on earth ailed you and Mr. Allen this morning?" she began,