fathom it."

Within herself, she determined that she would solve the enigma
before she was a week older.

Frederic cast one hasty, eager look at the portico, as the carriage
turned out of the yard. Mabel stood in the foreground, her figure
framed by the climbing roses drooping over the front steps. She was
very pale, and, forgetful for the moment of the observation of the
bystanders, leaned slightly forward, her eyes strained upon the
carriage-window--one hand laid upon her heart, the other resting
against the pillar nearest her, as for support. She waved her
handkerchief, in response to his smile and lifted hat, and
simultaneously with this interchange of adieux her brother took her
by the arm.

"You are getting wet there, Mabel! Come into the house! It is well I
have come back to look after you!"







CHAPTER IV.

"FOUNDED UPON A ROCK."