"He come pretty quick, I think. Mebbe so he not start when he think.
Mebbe so what you call 'beesness' not let him come," said the Indian
woman, soothingly.

"But Mr. Worth expected to be back two days ago and he is always on
time, you know, Ynez."

"Si, Senora. But mebbe so this one time different"

"I do wish they would---Look, Ynez, look! There's some one
stopping!"

A carriage was turning in toward the house.

"It is Senor Worth," said the Indian woman.

"Someone is with him, Ynez. They have a child."

As Jefferson Worth and the Seer came up the walk--the engineer
carrying the little girl--Mrs. Worth rose unsteadily to her feet.
"Run, quick, Ynez--quick! The lights!"

That night when the Seer, with everything possible done for his
comfort, had retired, and the baby--bathed and fed--was sound asleep
in a child's bed that Ynez had brought from an unused room in the
banker's big house and placed in Mrs. Worth's own chamber, Jefferson
Worth and his wife crept softly to the little girl's bedside.
Silently they looked at the baby form under the snow-white coverlet
and at the round, baby face, with the tumbled brown hair, on the