ed to her that
Winthrop for his own ease never would have deserted his post.
She dismissed the thought of sleep and rest; and disposed
herself to wear out the remnant of the night as she had begun
it; in attendance on what she was not sure needed her
attendance.

A longer night Elizabeth never knew, and with fear in the
first part and watching in the last part of' it, the morning
found her really haggard and ill. But Karen was no worse; and
not knowing what to think about her, but comforting herself
with the hope that at least her danger was not imminent,
Elizabeth went to bed, coveting sleep inexpressibly, for its
forgetfulness as well as its rest. But sleep was not to be had
so promptly.

"Miss 'Lizabeth! --" And there stood Clam before her opening
eyes, as fresh and as black as ever, with a clean turban in
the last state of smartness.

"What _is_ the matter?"

"Where will you have breakfast? Karen ain't goin' at all at
present. Where will you have it?"

"Nowhere."

"Will I clear her out of the kitchen?"

"No! -- let her alone. Mrs. Haye's woman may see to breakfast
in her mistress's room -- I don't want anything -- but sleep.
Let Karen have and do just what she wants."

"Won't Clam do as much!" -- said the toss of the clean turban
as its owner went out of the room. And the issue was, a very
nice little breakfast brought to Miss Haye's bed-side in the
space of half an hour. Elizabeth was waked up and looked
dubious.

"You want it," said her handmaid. "The Governor said you was
to take it."

"Is he here!" exclaimed Elizabeth, with an amount of fire in
eye and action that, as Clam declared afterwards, "had like to
have made her upset everything." But she answered demurely,

"He ain't here just yet. I guess he's comin', though."

Elizabeth's eye went down, and an eye as observant if not so
brilliant as her own, watched how the pink tinge rose and
mounted in the cheeks as she betook herself to the bread and
coffee. "Ain't she eatin' her breakfast like a good child!"
said Clam to herself. "_That_ put her down."

And with a "Now you'll sleep --" Clam carried off the breakfast
tray, and took care her mistress should have no second
disturbance from anybody else. Elizabeth only heard once or
twice in the course of the day that nothing was wanted from
her; so slept her sleep out.

It was slept out at last, and Elizabeth got up and began to
dress. Or rather, took her dressing-comb in hand and planted
her