ed her on a chair.
Himself quietly went round the room, opening the windows and
altering the disposition of one or two things. Then he came
back to her where she sat like a statue, and in kind fashion
again took one of her hands.

"I will see that you are waited upon," he said gently; "and I
will send Clam to you by and by for your orders. Will you stay
here for a little while? -- and then I will take care of you."

How she wished his words meant more than she knew they did.
She bowed her head, thinking so.

"Can I give you anything?"

She managed to say a smothered 'no,' and he went; first
pulling out of his pocket his little bible which he laid upon
the table.

Was that by way of answering his own question? It might be, or
he might not have wanted it in his pocket. Whether or no,
Elizabeth seized it and drew it towards her, and as if it had
contained the secret charm and panacea for all her troubles,
she laid her hands and her head upon it, and poured out there
her new and her old sorrows; wishing even then that Winthrop
could have given her the foundation of strength on which his
own strong spirit rested.

After a long while, or what seemed such, she heard the door
softly open and some one come in. The slow careful step was
none that she knew, and Elizabeth did not look up till it had
gone out and the door had closed again. It was Mrs. Nettley,
and Mrs. Nettley had softly left on the table a waiter of
breakfast. Elizabeth looked at it, and laid her head down
again.

The next interruption came an hour later and was a smarter
one. Elizabeth had wearied herself with weeping, and lay
comparatively quiet on the couch.

"Miss 'Lizabeth," said the new-comer, in more gentle wise than
it was her fashion to look or speak, -- "Mr. Winthrop said I
was to come and get your orders about what you wanted."

"I can't give orders -- Do what you like," said Elizabeth
keeping her face hid.

"If I knowed what 'twas," -- said Clam, sending her eye round
the room for information or suggestion. "Mr. Winthrop said I
was to come. -- Why you haven't took no breakfast?"

"I didn't want any."

"You can't go out o' town that way," said Clam. "The Governor
desired you would take some breakfast, and his orders must be
follered. You can't drink cold coffee neither --"

And away went Clam, coffee-pot in hand.

In so short a space of time that it shewed Clam's business
faculties, she was back again with the coffee smoking hot. S