to John Fenn's sickness. "I suppose
you know about it?" he said.

Philly's father bent his head; he
knew, he thought, only too well; no
divine revelation in a disordered digestion!

"Don't you think," William King
said, smiling, "you might try to make
her feel that she is wrong not to accept
him, now that the charm has worked,
so to speak?"

"The charm?" the old man repeated,
vaguely.

"I thought you understood," the
doctor said, frowning; then, after a
minute's hesitation, he told him the
facts.

Henry Roberts stared at him, shocked
and silent; his girl, his Philippa, to
have done such a thing! "So great a
sin--my little Philly!" he said, faintly.
He was pale with distress.

"My dear sir," Dr. King protested,
impatiently, "don't talk about SIN
in connection with that child. I wish