abruptly,

"Keep your shawl around you, poor little girl; I'm afraid you'll get
cold;" and with tender solicitude he proceeded to draw her shawl
tighter around her slender figure. This was a work which required no
little time and skill. Not a word was now spoken for some time. This
was of course wiser on their part than whispering, for whispers are
sometimes dangerous, and may lead to discovery. But Harry seemed
troubled about Katie's health, and was never satisfied about that
shawl.

"You are so very kind!" said Katie, at last.

"It's because I'm so fond of--the shawl," said Harry. "I love to
arrange it for you. I should like to take it back with me."

"Should you really?"

"Above all things--except one."

"What?"

"Why, of course, I should rather take back with me what's inside the
shawl."

"Well, I'm sure 'what's inside the shawl' would like very much to get
away out of this prison; and so, sir, when you find a way, you must
let her know. But won't Mr. Russell wake and miss you?"

"Mr. Russell? Why, he isn't with me any longer."

"Isn't he?"

"No. I'm all alone. They took him away, and I suppose he's alone
too."

"Oh dear! I hope I sha'n't be left alone."

"I hope, if you are, you may be left here."

"Why?" asked Katie, who knew perfectly well, but liked to hear it
stated in plain words.

"Why--because I could come to see you all the time then, instead of
waiting till they're all asleep."

CHAPTER XIX.

IN WHICH DOLORES INDULGES IN SOME REMINISCENCES OF THE PAST.

The sleeper to whose sighs Harry had listened was Mrs. Russell, who
awaked on the following morning burdened with the memories of
unpleasant dreams. Dolores was bright and cheerful. Katie was as gay
and as sunny as ever--perhaps a trifle more so.

"I don't understand how it is," said Mrs. Russell, "that you two can
keep up your spirits so in this ogre's castle. I'm certain that
something dreadful 's going to happen."

"Oh, auntie, you shouldn't be always looking on the dark side of
things."

"I should like to know what other side there is to look on except the
dark one. For my part, I think it best always to prepare for the
worst; for then when it comes one isn't so utterly overwhelmed."

"Yes," said Katie, "but suppose it doesn't come? Why, then, don't you
see, auntie, you will have had all your worry for nothing?"

"Oh, it's all very well for one like you. You are like a kitten, and
turn everything to mirth and p