and a set of underwear, all trimmed
with a pretty crocheted edge.

"And you can wear your moccasins these hot days," continued Rose, "and
you will look very nice indeed."

Anne was soon dressed in the neat clothing, and, with her hair brushed
and smoothly braided, she looked like quite a different child from the
little girl who had journeyed with Nakanit.

"I am glad to look nice to go to Boston," Anne said soberly, as they
went down the stairs.

"Oh, dear!" thought the older girl; "how can I tell the poor child that
I am almost sure that father will find a way to send her safely back to
Province Town?"

Rose's father and uncle spoke kindly to Anne as she came into the
sitting-room, and Aunt Hetty's skirts rustled briskly as she moved about
the room, and then she went out in the shed and came back with a round,
low basket in which lay two black kittens, which she placed in Anne's
lap saying: "There, little girls and little kittens always like each
other; so you can have Pert and Prim for your own while you stay with
us."

"Oh, thank you," said Anne delightedly, for the two little kittens began
to purr happily as she smoothed their soft fur.

Rose found an opportunity to tell her father all about Anne's reason for
running away.

"She did not know why her Aunt Martha shut her up," pleaded Rose.

But Mr. Freeman shook his head soberly. "We'll have to send her home by
the first chance to Province Town," he answered, and Rose went back to
her little friend feeling that all her pleasant plans for Anne's visit
must come to an end.

"But she shall have a good time here in Brewster," resolved the girl.

"Shall we start for Boston on Tuesday or Thursday?" Anne asked the next
morning, as she helped Rose put their pleasant chamber in order.

"Father has not decided," replied Rose, feeling rather cowardly that she
did not tell Anne the truth.

"It will be fine to ride in a chaise," went on Anne happily, "and to
stop in taverns, and see towns along the way. Your father is indeed
good, Rose, to take me."

"We must do up the dishes for Aunt Hetty," said Rose briskly, "and then
we can walk down the street, and maybe father will drive us about the
town."

While the girls were busy helping Aunt Hetty, Rose's father was on his
way to the Mashpee village to see Amos Cary and to give him a letter to
take to Captain Stoddard. He found the boy just ready to start. Shining
Fish had launched his canoe and was to go part of t