"Oh, sink the buggy! What do I care if he does catch me here? I

shall stay till I make up my mind whether that little thing is a

ghost or not. So, mother, let me alone." She shook off the clasping

hand that sought to drag her away, and again fixed her attention on

Beulah.

"Willful girl! you will ruin everything yet. Pauline, follow me

instantly, I command you!" She was white with rage, but the daughter

gave no intimation of having heard the words; and, throwing her arm

about the girl's waist, Mrs. Chilton dragged her to the door. There

was a brief struggle at the threshold, and then both stood quiet

before the master of the house.

"What is all this confusion about? I ordered this portion of the

house kept silent, did I not?"

"Yes, Guy; and I hope you will forgive Pauline's thoughtlessness.

She blundered in here, and I have just been scolding her for

disobeying your injunctions."

"Uncle Guy, it was not thoughtlessness, at all; I came on purpose.

For a week I have been nearly dying with curiosity to see that

little skeleton you have shut up here, and I ran up to get a glimpse

of her. I don't see the harm of it; I haven't hurt her." Pauline

looked fearlessly up in her uncle's face, and planted herself firmly

in the door, as if resolved not to be ejected.

"Does this house belong to you or to me, Pauline?"

"To you, now; to me, some of these days, when you give it to me for

a bridal present."

His brow cleared, he looked kindly down into the frank, truthful

countenance, and said, with a half-smile: "Do not repeat your voyage of discovery, or perhaps your bridal

anticipations may prove an egregious failure. Do you understand me?"

"I have not finished the first. Mother played pirate, and carried me

off before I was half satisfied. Uncle Guy, take me under your flag,

do! I will not worry the little thing--I promise you I will not.

Can't I stay here a while?" He smiled, and put his hand on her head,

saying: "I am inclined to try you. May, you can leave her here. I will send

her to you after a little." As he spoke, he drew her up to the

orphan. Beulah looked at them an instant, then averted her head.

"Beulah, this is my niece, Pauline Chilton; and, Pauline, this is my

adopted child, Beulah Benton. You are about the same age, and can

make each other happy, if you will. Beulah, shake hands with my

niece." She put up her pale, slender fingers, and they were promptly

clasped in Pauline's plump palm.




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