"Very pleasant. You have been out, too?"

"Yes; poor Mr. Leigh is quite an invalid, and complains that he never
sees you now."

"I will go to-morrow," Lucia said hastily, and then, glad to escape from
the subject, asked if her mother had seen an Indian woman about?

Mrs. Costello answered no, but Lucia felt her start, and went on to
repeat, in as unconcerned a tone as possible, Margery's story; but when
she said that her own name had been mentioned, her mother stopped her.

"Was the woman a stranger? Have you ever seen her?"

"She was a stranger to Margery certainly. I think I saw her to-day."

"Where? Tell me all you know of her."

Lucia described the squaw's appearance at the farm.

"It must be Mary," Mrs. Costello said half to herself. "What shall I do?
How escape?"

She rose from the sofa and walked with hurried steps up and down the
room. Lucia watched her in miserable perplexity till she suddenly
stopped.

"Is that all?" she asked. "Did she go away?"