would necessitate changing the side breadths of matting to the middle
of the floor long before this should be done. But of Lydia Orr there
was no sign. The minister came promptly down stairs at sound of the
belated dinner-bell. But to Mrs. Black's voluble explanations for the
unwonted hour he returned the briefest of perfunctory replies. He
seemed hungry and ate heartily of the cold boiled beef and
vegetables.

"Did you see anything of _her_ this morning?" asked Mrs. Black
pointedly, as she cut the dried-apple pie. "I can't think what's
become of her."

Wesley Elliot glanced up from an absent-minded contemplation of an
egg spot on the tablecloth.

"If you refer to Miss Orr," said he, "I did see her--in a carriage
with Deacon Whittle."

He was instantly ashamed of the innocent prevarication. But he told
himself he did not choose to discuss Miss Orr's affairs with Mrs.
Black.

Just then Lydia came in, her eyes shining, her cheeks very pink; but
like the minister she seemed disposed to silence, and Mrs. Black was
forced to restrain her curiosity.

"How'd you make out this morning?" she inquired, as Lydia, having
hurried through her dinner, rose to leave the table.

"Very well, thank you, Mrs. Black," said the girl brightly. Then she