tired, and can't look on the bright side! Sound sleep is the best
cure for the blues! Good-night, Innocent!"

"Good-night!" she said, gently.

"Good-night, Priscilla!"

"Good-night, Mr. Robin. God bless ye!"

He smiled, nodded kindly to them both, and left the room.

"There's a man for ye!" murmured Priscilla, admiringly, as he
disappeared--"A tower of strength for a 'usband, which the Lord
knows is rare! Lovey, you'll never do better!"

But Innocent seemed not to hear. Her face was very pale, and her
eyes had a strained wistful expression.

"Dad looks very ill," she said, slowly--"Priscilla, surely you
noticed--"

"Now, child, don't you worry--'tain't no use"--and Priscilla lit
two bedroom candles, giving Innocent one--"You just go up to bed
and think of nothing till the morning. Mister Jocelyn is dead beat
and put out about something--precious 'ungry too, for he ate his
food as though he hadn't 'ad any all day. You couldn't expect him
to be pleasant if he was wore out."

Innocent said nothing more. She gave a parting glance round the
room to assure herself that everything was tidy, windows bolted