way and look for her." She indicated the wilderness generally.

"Thanks," said Louise. She now gratefully drew her shawl up over her
shoulders, and faced about on the bench so as to command an easy view of
the arriving barge. The other met it on her way to the place in the woods
where the children usually played, and found it as empty as her friend
had foreboded. But the driver stopped his horses, and leaned out of the
side of the wagon with a little package in his hand. He read the
superscription, and then glanced consciously at the girl. "You're Miss
Breen, ain't you?"

"Yes," she said, with lady-like sweetness and a sort of business-like
alertness.

"Well," suggested the driver, "this is for Miss Grace Breen, M. D."

"For me, thank you," said the young lady. "I'm Dr. Breen." She put out
her hand for the little package from the homoeopathic pharmacy in Boston;
and the driver yielded it with a blush that reddened him to his hair.
"Well," he said slowly, staring at the handsome girl, who did not visibly
share his embarrassment, "they told me you was the one; but I could n't
seem to get it through me. I thought it must be the old lady."

"My mother is Mrs. Breen," the young lady briefly explained, and walked
rapidly away, leaving the driver stuck in the heavy sand of Sea-Glimpse
Avenue.

"Why, get up!" he shouted to his horses. "Goin' to stay here all day?" He
craned his neck round the side of the wagon for a sight of her. "Well,
dumm 'f I don't wish I was sick! Steps along," he mused, watching the