She had hardly finished the scant meal when her eyes began to
grow heavy. Then her brain seemed to become clouded and she
could scarcely remember where she was.

"Here's news!" cried Baxter, coming in an hour later. "We are to
join your mother and Mr. Crabtree at Albany."

"At Albany?" she repeated slowly. "Have -- have they gone
there?"

"Yes; they are going on a honeymoon on the yacht Flyaway. Your
mother wants you to join her and forgive her."

Dora heaved a long sigh. "I cannot! I cannot!" she sobbed, and
burst again into tears.

Nevertheless, she allowed herself to be led off the Falcon and to
the depot. "Your face is full of tears," said Baxter. "Here,
put this veil over it," and she was glad enough to do as bidden,
that folks might not stare at her.

What happened afterward was very much like a dream to her. She
remembered entering the cars and crouching down in a seat, with
Baxter beside her. A long ride in the night followed, and she
slept part of the way, although troubled with a horrible
nightmare. She wanted to flee, but seemed to lack both the
physical and mental strength to do so.

The ride at an end, Baxter and Mumps almost carried her to the