gathering some of the flowers.'

'Did they see you, Rosalie?'

'Yes; the little girl saw me, mammie, peeping through the gate, and she
said, "Who is that little girl, mamma? I never saw her before." And then
her mamma looked up and smiled at me; and she was just coming to speak to
me when I turned frightened, and I saw the caravan had gone out of sight;
so I ran away, and I've been running ever since to get up to you.'

The mother listened to her child's account with a pale and restless face.
Then she lay back on her pillow and sighed several times.

At last they heard a rumbling sound behind them, and Toby announced, 'It's
master; he's soon overtaken us.'

'Rosalie,' said her mother anxiously, 'don't you ever tell your father
about that house, or that I told you to go and look at it, or about what
that young woman said. Mind you never say a word to him about it; promise
me, Rosalie.'

'Why not, mammie dear?' asked Rosalie, with a very perplexed face.

'Never mind why, Rosalie,' said her mother fretfully; 'I don't wish it.'

'Very well, mammie dear,' said Rosalie.

'I'll tell you some time, Rosalie,' said her mother gently, a minute or two
afterwards; 'not to-day, though; oh no! I can't tell it to-day.'