ry face. For a moment Denys hesitated, thinking of that accusation
of interference, thinking of Mary's constant ungraciousness to her,
but she pushed the remembrance aside and said kindly, "Is anything the
matter, Mary? You look so sad."

Tears sprang into Mary's eyes at the unexpected interest.

"It's my head, Miss," she said, "one of my bad headaches, and its so
unfortunate to-day, because my brother is just coming home for this
one evening, and Mrs. Henchman was going to let me go special, and by
after tea I sha'n't be able to hold my head up, and I've not seen him
for two years, and he's my favourite."

"Perhaps you can see him to-morrow," suggested Denys.

"No, Miss; he's a gentleman's servant, he is, and he's always
travelling about. It was just this one chance, and now I've missed
it."

"I've some headache pills--they are wonderful for nervous headaches.
You would not like to try them, would you?" asked Denys. "Mother has
these dreadful nervous headaches and nothing else has ever been any
good to her."

"I'd try them, Miss, and be thankful."

Denys ran upstairs and came back to the kitchen, "Could you not just
lie down for half-an-hour's sleep?" she said, "you might wake up with
it all gone."

Mary shook her head dolefully.

"It's the milkman, Miss, and I wouldn't hear the door bell in my
room."

Denys laughed.

"I have attended on the milkman before now, and I can open the front
door if necessary," said she cheerfully. "Now run away upstairs, and
I'll call you in plenty of time to get the tea ready. I don't suppose
I had better undertake that!"

"You are real good, Miss," said Mary gratefully, "if I do see my
brother to-night, I shall tell him it was all your doing."

Denys smiled to herself happily as she went back to the dining-room,
and sat down to write to Charlie and to listen for the door bell. She
had hated to go away with the remembrance of Mary's unpleasant looks,
and the little bit of sympathy she had offered had turned Mary into a
friend.

When Denys and Gertrude arrived at the station the next day, little
Harry was already there, smiling and radiant. He greeted Denys as
a very old friend, and did not appear to be the least homesick. The
journey was of the most intense interest to him, till at last the rush
and roar of the train made him drowsy, and he climbed contentedly into
Denys's arms and fell asleep.

Denys sat watching him for a long time, wondering what his new life
was t