t I think it must be the address.
Let me see, here is 'Mrs. Besborough Power.'"

"I knew it was a hard, long name," said the old woman.

"'Carne,' but the last word, oh, Nance, what is it? It begins with M
o, and ends with r e--r e is the end of the shire, of course.
Merionithshire? No, it is M o, so must be Monmouthshire or
Montgomeryshire, stay, there is a t in the middle. Mrs. Besborough
Power, Carne--I will try Carne anyway," and next day she wrote to her
sister addressing the letter:

Miss Gwladys Powell,
c/o Mrs. Besborough Power,
Carne,
Montgomeryshire.

In a few days her letter was returned.

"Not known," said Valmai; "then we have not read the address aright. I
will go myself, Nance. I will go next week." And the following days
were occupied with arrangements for her departure and Nance's comfort
during her absence.

On one of these latter days Mr. Francis came in.

"I am glad you have come to-day," said Valmai, holding out her hand.
"I wanted to thank you before I left for all your kindness to me, and
to ask you to continue to see Nance sometimes."

"Are you going to leave us, then?" said the young man, in a
disappointed tone.

He had felt deeply interested in the girl who bore her desertion and
sorrow with such patience, and had unconsciously been looking forward
to a continuance of the friendship begun between them.

"You are not going away for long, I hope?"

"Yes, for long; possibly for ever, except for a hasty visit to Nance
sometimes I shall trust her to you, Mr. Francis, and I hope you will
be as kind to her as you have been to me."

"Certainly I will; but do not talk of kindness. It has been a great
privilege to me, and a pleasure to know you, and I hope in the future
if I can be of any service to you, you will let me know."

Valmai took out her purse nervously, she hesitated to speak of
remuneration to this kind friend.

"You are not going to wound me," he said, gently laying his hand on her
purse, "by offering to pay me?"

"No, no," said Valmai; "only for the future, for your care of Nance."

"There will be nothing much to do for her, I think; just a call in
passing and a few cheering words, and _they_ don't cost much." And he
rose to go.

"Good-bye, then," said Valmai. "I shall never forget your kindness."

"Good-bye," said Mr. Francis, holding her hand for a moment. He seemed
about to say something more, but changed his mind, and abruptly left
the