deprivations had made her keen in observing. Now she hastened to her
sister's rescue even from such a slight inconvenience as the shadow of
embarrassment in which she found herself--perhaps from having seen some
unusual expression in my face, of which I was unconscious, though conscious
enough of what might have occasioned such.

"Give me your hand, Wynnie," said Connie, "and help me to move one inch
further on my side.--I may move just that much on my side, mayn't I, papa?"

"I think you had better not, my dear, if you can do without it," I
answered; for the doctor's injunctions had been strong.

"Very well, papa; but I feel as if it would do me good."

"Mr. Turner will be here next week, you know; and you must try to stick
to his rules till he comes to see you. Perhaps he will let you relax a
little."

Connie smiled very sweetly and lay still, while Wynnie stood holding her
hand.

Meantime Mr. Percivale, having received the drawings, had walked away with
them towards what they called the storm tower--a little building standing
square to the points of the compass, from little windows, in which the
coastguard could see with their telescopes along the coast on both sides
and far out to sea. This tower stood on the very edge of the cliff, but
behind it there was a steep descent, to reach which apparently he went
round the tower and disappeared. He evidently wanted to make a leisurely
examination of the drawings--somewhat formidable for Wynnie, I thought. At
the same time, it impressed me favourably with regard to the young man