. You and
Edna both know how to think. There isn't any power that can prevent
your meeting on the right ground, and there is nothing hidden that
shall not be revealed. The truth, even about this trifle, whatever it
may be, will set you free."

"Is this a secret session?" asked Judge Trent as the two men
approached.

Sylvia's speaking countenance seemed to say that it was; but Thinkright
arose and shook hands with John.

"Edna's invited me to come back with these young people," said the
lawyer. "She wanted you instead, I believe, but for reasons I'll go
first, if you have no objection."

"None in the world," returned his cousin, "for I couldn't stay away
just now."

"Sylvia, I think you'd better pack your bag," went on Judge Trent.
"Time is flying."

Thinkright deliberately studied Dunham's expression as the latter
watched the young girl, whose indecision and trouble were obvious.

"Be game, Miss Sylvia, be game," suggested John. "Steamer leaves dock
in half an hour sharp, as Judge Trent elects to have a late supper at
Anemone Cottage rather than an early one in the shade of Mrs. Lem's
pompadour."

"Then I'm going, am I, Thinkright?" asked Sylvia, her eyes appealing to
him as she rose.

"Of course you're going," put in the judge authoritatively. "I've had
no visit with you yet."

"All right," returned Sylvia, smiling faintly at her uncle; but she
took Thinkright's arm.

"I'll meet you in half an hour," she said to the other men, and started
toward the house, with her cousin captive.

"Get your thought right on the way back, little one," he said. "You
know how. You have nothing to conceal from Edna, I suppose?"

Sylvia did not answer at once, and Thinkright, after a moment, turned
and looked into her grave, downcast face.

She spoke, after the little silence, with a collected dignity which was
very becoming. "I'm ready to give Edna an account of every action of
mine beneath her roof."

"Very well, my child. I haven't a doubt of it. It's better for you to
go back to-night. I'm sure you think so."

"Yes, I do think so," replied Sylvia.

CHAPTER XXVIII

THE POTION

They were a rather silent party on the homeward way. Dunham sailed the
boat. Benny Merritt, fortified with thick slices of Mrs. Lem's good
bread and butter, fell asleep and snored peacefully. He had bargained
with Minty for this substantial repast as the price of sailing her
around the Basin, and Sylvia had been quite concerned