Bart, she had some good purpose in her mind. It
may have been her day for visiting, and Bart, perhaps,
had accompanied her. But why had Miss
Gossaway not met Miss Cobden at Fogarty's, his
being the only cabin that far down the beach? Then
his face brightened. Perhaps, after all, it was Lucy
whom she had seen. He had placed that same red
cloak around her shoulders the night of the reception
at Yardley--and when she was with Bart,
too.

Mrs. Cavendish was sitting by her window when
the doctor entered his own house. She rose, and putting
down her book, advanced to meet him.

"You should have come earlier, John," she said
with a laugh; "such a charming girl and so pretty
and gracious. Why, I was quite overcome. She is
very different from her sister. What do you think
Miss Jane wants to do now? Nurse in the new
hospital when it is built! Pretty position for a
lady, isn't it?"

"Any position she would fill would gain by her
presence," said the doctor gravely. "Have they been
gone long?" he asked, changing the subject. He
never discussed Jane Cobden with his mother if he
could help it.

"Oh, yes, some time. Lucy must have kept on