nch of snuff, and then with another, when, his senses being a little
sharpened, he proceeded to very carefully fit his boot to the footprint,
but as he did so, standing upon one leg, he tottered a little, and
coming down upon the mark, quite destroyed it as to possibility of
identification, and ended by raking it over smoothly. But Sandy had not
yet done, for, picking his way carefully through the shrubs, he stopped
at last by two very plainly-marked footsteps, and this time, slipping
off one boot, he knelt down beneath the shade of an arbutus, and
carefully tried the sole, to find that it was a good three sizes larger
than the boot that had made the marks. Again the rake was brought into
requisition, and the marks obliterated, Mr McCray looking very fierce
the while, for a few more steps brought him where the footprints were
plainer, and the test of the boot showed that they were of more than one
size. He tried here, and he tried there, and had no difficulty in
finding his own traces. But those others?

Sandy McCray's face was a study as he stood peering down, and fitting
the boot first in one and then another print, ending by returning it to
its proper service; and then it was that, if he had looked upwards
instead of down, he would have seen that a pale, eager face was watching
his every motion, as it had been for the last few minutes, and continued
so to do, while, as if struck by a sudden thought, Sandy McCray laid his
finger by the side of his nose, grinned a very fierce and savage grin,
and then proceeded to erase the marks of trampling. Five minutes later
he did turn his head upwards, and stole a glance at the window; but the
pale face was not there, for Jane, who had never undressed, had seated
herself upon the floor, and now, trembling and agitated, was having what
she would have called "a good cry."

There was not a footprint left when Jane had finished her cry, and stole
to the window to peep. Neither was Sandy McCray there; but a little off
to the right, upon a scrap of grass sparkling in the morning sun with a
heavy burden of dewdrops, and as Jane looked, she saw the gardener
sharpening his scythe viciously before he began to shave away at the
grass, as if every daisy's head were an enemy's that he was determined
to take off.

Jane sighed, as well she might, and once more she said aloud:

"Oh, what a happy world this would be if there were no men!"

That was an anxious day for poor Jane, whose th