rable enough, I am sure. Oh Lizzie! -- I think you're
very unkind! --"

Elizabeth's face was a study; for the fire in her eyes shone
through water, and every feature was alive. But her lips only
moved to tremble.

"I won't stay here!" said Rose. "I'll go away and do
something. I don't care what I do. I dare say there's enough
left for me to live upon; and I can do without Emma. I can
live somehow, if not quite as well as you do."

"Hush, Rose, and keep a little sense along with you," said
Elizabeth.

"There _must_ be enough left for me somehow," Rose went on,
sobbing. "Nobody had any right to take my money. It was mine.
Nobody else had a right to it. It is mine. I ought to have
it."

"Rose! --"

Rose involuntarily looked up at the speaker who was standing
before her, fire flashing from eye and lip, like the relations
of Queen Gulnare in the fairy story.

"Rose! -- do not dare speak to me in that way! -- ever again! --
whatever else you do. I will leave you to get back your
senses."

With very prompt and decided action, Miss Haye sought her
rowing gloves in her own room, put them on, and went down to
the rocks where the Merry-go-round lay. She stopped not to
look at anything; she loosened the boat and pushed out into
the water. And quick and smartly the oars were pulled, till
the skiff was half way over the river towards Mr. Underhill's
house. Suddenly there they stopped. Elizabeth's eyes were bent
on the water about two yards from the stern of the boat; while
the paddles hung dripping, dripping more and more slowly, at
the sides, and the little skiff floated gently up with the
tide. But if Elizabeth's eyes were looking into nature, it was
her own; her face grew more settled and grave and then
sorrowful every minute; and at last the paddle-handles were
thrown across the boat and her arms and her head rested upon
them. And the little skiff floated gently up stream.

It had got some distance above Mr. Underhill's, when its
mistress lifted her head and looked about, with wet eyelashes,
to see where she was. Then the boat's head was turned, and
some steady pulling brought her to the gravelly beach in front
of Mr. Underhill's house. Its owner was luckily there to help
her out.

"Well, I declare that's clever of you," said he, as he grasped
the bow of the little vessel to draw it further up. "I didn't
much expect you'd come when I asked you. Why you can row, real
smart."

"I don't see how I am going to get