ood's daughter--very Christian, I
am sure!"

"I don't know that," said Hubert, somewhat awkwardly. "I fancy that my
cousin simply wishes to get the child away from the place before the
General is well enough to go out again--I suppose he knows her by sight.
It would be painful to him--and little Enid might come to hear."

"Of course, of course! I quite understand, Mr. Lepel. And the Churton
workhouse is so near Beechfield too!"

"She shall not go back to the workhouse," said Hubert, with firmness. "I
am resolved on that!"

"An orphanage, I suppose? Well, we might get her into an orphanage if we
paid a small sum for her; but who would pay? There's the Anglican
Sisterhood at East Winstead--not that I quite approve of Sisterhoods
myself," said Mrs. Rumbold grimly--"but I know that in this case the
Sisters are doing a good work and for a small annual payment----"

"I don't much like the idea of a Sisterhood. Do you know of a smaller
place--an ordinary school perhaps--where she could be taken in and
clothed and taught and civilised?"

"No, Mr. Lepel, I don't. You could not send a child like that to a
lady's house without letting the whole story be told; and who would take
her then? In a charitable institution, now, she could be admitted, and
no questions asked."

"I did not think--I did not exactly want to find a charitable
institution," said Hubert, suddenly seeing that his position would
appear very strange in the Rumbolds' eyes, and yet resolved to stick to
his point. No, whatever happened, "little Westwood," as Mrs. Rumbold
called her, should not be brought up as a "charity-girl." He had an
instinctive understanding of the suffering that the child would endure
if she were not in kindly hands; and he did not think that the
atmosphere of a large semi-public institution would be favorable to her
future welfare.

Mrs. Rumbold looked at him in open-eyed perplexity.

"But, Mr. Lepel, what do you want?"

"I want the child to be happy," Hubert cried, with some vexation--"I
want her to be where she will never be taunted with her father's
position, where she will be kindly treated, and brought up to earn her
own living in a suitable way."

"Then," said the Rector, startling both his hearers by the ponderous
solemnity of his tones, "send her to Winstead."

Hubert turned towards him respectfully.

"You think so, sir?"

"The Sisters are good women," said Mr. Rumbold. "They love the children
and train them well. I h