ieved that feller
would buy, if the price was right. Course I didn't pay much attention
then; I judged you wouldn't think of sellin', but--"

"Stop! stop, Daniel! You are so excited it makes me nervous again to
hear you. I wasn't thinking of the house at all. The way I feel now I
had as soon sell it as not. But that isn't it. I can't leave Scarford. I
can't!"

Daniel's enthusiasm faded. There was determination in his wife's tone.
He sat down again.

"Oh!" he observed wistfully, "you can't? You're sure you can't, Serena?
You know what the doctor said. Why can't you go?"

"Because I can't. It is impossible. I couldn't leave the Chapter. Don't
you SEE, Daniel? I am a candidate for vice-president. My friends--the
truest, most loyal friends a woman ever had--are depending upon me. I
couldn't desert them. I told you that before. Would they desert me?"

"I suppose likely they wouldn't," reluctantly.

"You know they wouldn't. No personal considerations, no selfish reasons,
NOTHING could make them do it. But I've said this all before, Daniel.
You must see why I have to stay. I'd like to go, I'd love to, but I
can't. Let's talk of something else."

Captain Dan sighed. "I presume likely you're right, Serena," he
admitted. "It would seem like a mean trick, the way you put it. But
after the election? You said, when we was talkin' before, that after you
was elected maybe you would go with Gertie and me somewhere. And we'll
go to Trumet, that's where we'll go."

"All right, Daniel, dear, we'll see. And don't worry about me. I am
almost well again and I am going to be completely well. Now won't you
ask Gertie to come in and talk with me? I am beginning to think about
the election. Gertrude must go. We need her vote and her influence.
Has she been helping Annette? I hope she has. Send her to me, Daniel,
please."

So the captain, his hopes somewhat dashed, but finding comfort in his
wife's new longing to visit the one spot on earth which spelled home to
him, left the room to carry Serena's message to their daughter.

He was busy at the desk in the library when, several hours later,
Gertrude entered. She was wearing her hat and coat and, coming into the
library, stood beside him. He looked up. His expression surprised and
alarmed her.

"Why, what's the matter, Daddy?" she asked anxiously. "You look as if
something dreadful had happened. What is it?"

Her father put down his pen. A sheet of paper, covered with figures,
was