laid up with bronchitis if I went."

"Let Janet go, mamma," cried one of the girls.

"I don't want Janet, indeed, I don't want her," said Kitty, earnestly.
"I am much obliged to you, Mrs. Baxter, but, indeed, I can manage quite
well by myself. It is quite a short journey, only two-hours-and-a-half;
and it would be a pity to take her, especially as she could not get back
to-night."

She carried her point, and was allowed to depart without an attendant.
Mrs. Baxter went with her to the station, and put her under the care of
the guard who promised to look after her.

"You will write to us, Kitty, and tell us how Mr. Heron is," said Mrs.
Baxter, before the train moved off.

"Yes, I will telegraph," said Kitty, "as soon as I reach Muirside."

"Do, dear. I hope you will find him better. Take care of yourself," and
then the train moved out of the station, and Mrs. Baxter went home.

Kitty's journey was a perfectly uneventful one, and would have been
comfortable enough but for the circumstances under which she made it.
The telegram lay upon her lap, and she read it over and over again with
increasing alarm as she noticed its careful vagueness, which seemed to
her the worst sign of all. She was heartily relieved when she found that
she was nearing Muirside: the journey had never seemed so long to her
before. It was, indeed, longer than usual, for the railway line was in
some places partly blocked with snow, and eight o'clock was past before
Kitty reached Muirside. She looked anxiously out of the window, and saw
Hugo Luttrell on the platform before the train had stopped. He sprang up
to the step, and looked at her for a moment without speaking. Kitty had
time to think that the expression of his face was odd before he replied
to her eager questions about her father.

"Yes, he is a little better; he wants to see you," said Hugo at last.

"But how has he hurt himself? Is he seriously ill? Oh, Hugo, do tell me
everything. Anything is better than suspense."

"There is no need for such great anxiety; he is a great deal better,
quite out of danger," Hugo answered, with a rather strange smile. "I
will tell you more as we go up to the house. Don't be afraid."

And then the guard came up to assure himself of the young lady's safety,
and to receive his tip. Hugo made it a large one. Kitty's luggage was
already in the hands of a man whom she thought she recognised: she had
seen him once or twice with Hugo, and once when she paid