d by fresh air and
exercise; and the feast was enlivened by the innocent glee and frolic
which usually enliven such simple country parties, unfettered by form,
and unsophisticated by any of the complications which creep into more
elaborate picnics. Even Stella, though she felt the whole
affair--especially the presence of the farmer's children--rather below
her dignity as an embryo city belle, gave herself up unrestrainedly to
the enjoyment of the occasion, and was more natural and free from what
Alick called "airs" than she had been at any time during her visit.
But the party were quite unconscious that they were watched, through
the thickly drooping boughs of a large hickory, by a pair of bright,
dark eyes, which were wistfully regarding them. The eyes were those of
Nelly Connor, who, having been unexpectedly left free that afternoon
to follow her own devices, had wandered away in the direction of the
spot which had so fascinated her on Sunday.

When the tea was fairly over, and cups, dishes, and other
paraphernalia were being packed up by Mrs. Steele and the girls,
Stella, who, not being inclined to assist in such a menial occupation,
was wandering aimlessly about, made a discovery.

"Oh, Lucy," she exclaimed, coming hurriedly up to her, "there is such
a ragged, bold-looking little girl sitting over there! She has been
watching us the whole time."

"Well, her watching wouldn't hurt us," said Lucy, smiling at her
cousin's consternation. "I hope she was pleased with what she saw.
Why, it's Nelly Connor!" she added as the little girl emerged from her
hiding-place. "What can have brought _her_ here? I'll get Aunt Mary to
give her something to eat. I daresay she's hungry enough, for Miss
Preston told me she didn't think her new mother gave her enough to
eat."

"I think she ought to be scolded and sent away," said Stella
decidedly. "You are just encouraging her impertinence in coming here
to watch us."

But Lucy had already run off to her aunt, and was soon carrying a
plate heaped with good things to the astonished Nelly, who, frightened
at being discovered, and at Stella's frowning looks, was thinking how
she might make good her escape. Stella had only spoken as she had been
accustomed to hear those around her speak. She had been brought up to
look upon poverty and rags as something almost wicked in themselves,
and had never realized that feelings the same as her own might lie
under an exterior she despised. She had