as the man walked away, in the poise of the head, that had impressed
Harriet Burrell as being vaguely familiar. Something of this must have
been reflected in the Meadow-Brook Girl's face, judging from the
guardian's next question.

"Of what are you thinking, dear?"

"I have seen that man before, Miss Elting."

"Where?"

"I don't know. My memory connects him with something unpleasant. I
wish I knew what it is, for I am positive there is something wrong with
him. Wait! I know! I know of whom the man reminds me. Can't you see
it? Don't you know?" cried Harriet eagerly.

The guardian shook her head.




CHAPTER III

THE START THAT CAME TO GRIEF

"Who do you think it is, Harriet?"

Harriet Burrell whispered something in the ear of the guardian. Again
Miss Elting shook her head, this time with decision.