o bring out all her boots and slippers, insisting that
several pairs be sent for the girl to choose from. Sarah suggested that
slippers would be better than boots, as the young lady could not wear
the latter in her present condition.

"Yes," Amy said, selecting a pair of white satin slippers, with high
French heels and fanciful rosettes. "I wore them the night he told me
baby was dead. I've never had them on since. I don't want them. Give
them to her. They are hateful to me."

Amy was in a peculiar mood this morning, such as sometimes came upon her
and made Peter say she was a chip of the old block, meaning the Colonel,
who he never for a moment doubted was her father. Sarah's suggestion
that white satin slippers would be out of place made no difference. They
must go. She was more stubborn than usual, and Sarah accounted for it by
saying in a low tone to Howard, "Certain spells of weather always affect
her and send her back to a night when something dreadful must have
happened. Probably the baby she talks about died. She's thinking about
it now. Better take the slippers. I've heard her talk of them before and
threaten to burn them."

"All right," Howard said. "Miss Smith can send them back if she does not
want them."

The slippers were made into a parcel so small that Howard put them in
his pocket and said he was ready. It had stopped raining, and as the
young men preferred to walk they set off through the park, laughing over
their errand and the phase of excitement in which they found themselves.
Jack liked it, and Howard, too, began to like it, or said he should if
the girl proved as good-looking by daylight as she had been in the
night.

CHAPTER VI

AT MRS. BIGGS'S

Notwithstanding Mrs. Biggs's prediction that she would not sleep a wink,
Eloise did sleep fairly well. She was young and tired. Her ankle did not
pain her much when she kept it still, and after she fell asleep she did
not waken till Mrs. Biggs stood by her bed armed with hot coffee and
bandages and fresh wormwood and vinegar.

"Do you feel like a daisy?" was Mrs. Biggs's cheery greeting, as she put
down the coffee and bowl of vinegar in a chair and brought some water
for Eloise's face and hands.

"Not much like a daisy," Eloise answered, with a smile, "but better than
I expected. I am going to get up."

"Better stay where you be. I did, and had 'em wait on me," Mrs. Biggs
said; but Eloise insisted, thinking she must exercise.

She s