's look in answer to that was given to nothing but the ground, and
indeed it was worthy to have been seen by only one person.

"Faith," said Miss Linden suddenly, "are there many French people in
Pattaquasset?"

"No,--not any. Why?"

"Because Endecott gave me a message to you, part of which I did not
understand. But I suppose you will, and that is enough."

"What is it?" said Faith eagerly.

"You would not understand the other part, to-day."

Faith went back to her thoughtfulness But as the carriage turned into
the Pattaquasset high street she suddenly faced round on Miss Linden,
flushing again before she spoke.

"Pet," she said a little timidly--it was winning, this air of timidity
that was about her,--"don't say--don't tell Mr. Linden where you found
me."

"Faith! does he not know? is it something new? O dear child, I am very
sorry!"--and Miss Linden's other hand came caressingly upon the one she
held.

"Don't be sorry!--" said Faith, looking as fearless and sonsy as any
real piece of mignonette that ever shook its brown head in the
wind;--"I wouldn't tell you, only you must see it. You know, perhaps,
that mother lived by a farm.--Last summer the farm was taken away and
we had nothing left but the house. We had to do something, and I took
to dressmaking with Miss Bezac--where you found me. And it has been
very pleasant and has done very well," said Faith, smiling at Miss
Linden as honestly as if the matter had been of music lessons or any
other accomplishment. Miss Linden looked at her--grave and bright too.
Then with a sparkle of her eyes--"I won't tell Endecott now, but some
time I _will_ tell him over what sort of a wedding-dress I found you
poring. But my dear child!--" and she stopped with a look of sudden
thought that was both grave and gay. Faith's eyes asked what the matter
was.

"No, I will not tell him now," Miss Linden repeated,--"it is so little
while--he could not know it in time for anything but his own sorrow.
But Faith! I am going to make one of those mantillas!"--and she looked
a pretty piece of defiant resolution.

"You shall do what you please," Faith said gayly. "But--will you stop
them?--there is the house."

The coach came to a stand before Mrs. Derrick's little gate and the two
ladies alighted. Miss Linden had been looking eagerly out as they drove
up--at the house, the fence, the little garden courtyard, the
steps,--but she turned now to give her orders, and taking Faith's hand