"So that's the youngster we're going to adopt, is it?" Mr. Pryor

said; then he looked at Helena through his curling brown lashes, with

open amusement. Her eyes were full of tears.

"It has been--so long," she said faintly.

"I've been very busy," he explained.

She nodded and smiled. "Anyhow, you are here now. But, oh, Maggie has

a sore throat. I don't know what we're going to have for dinner. Oh,

how glad I am you're here!" Her face was glowing, but her chin

trembled.

"Why, this is very flattering, I'm sure; I thought you were so taken

up with your orphan that you wouldn't care whether I came or not."

"You know that isn't true," she said gayly, brushing her cheek against

his arm; "but isn't he a dear little fellow?--though I'm sorry his

hair isn't curly." Then her face changed. "What did he mean about

Alice being nineteen?"

"Oh, Alice? Why, he asked me in the stage if I had any children, and I

put Alice's age as a sum in mental arithmetic for him. And he asked me

if my name was Goliath."

But she had forgotten David. "Lloyd! To think you are here!"

"Yes, I'm here, and a hamper is here, too. I hope the stage will bring

it up pretty soon. I don't believe I could stand an Old Chester bill

of fare. It's queer about women; they don't care what they eat. I

don't believe you've got anything on hand but bread and jam and tea?"

"I care a great deal!" she assured him laughing, and then looked

worried. "Yes, I really have been living on bread and jam." She was

hanging on his arm, and once she kissed his hand. "Will you go

upstairs? And I'll see what we can do about food. That dreadful

Maggie! She's sick in bed."

Mr. Pryor looked annoyed. "Can't she get us something to eat? Ask her,

Nelly; I don't believe it will hurt her. Here; give her that," and he

took a crumpled bill out of his waistcoat pocket.

She did not take the money, but her eyes shone. "You are the most

generous being!" she said. Then, sobering, she thought of Maggie's

throat--hesitated--and Maggie was lost. For when she opened the

woman's door, and in her sweet, appealing voice declared that Mr.

Pryor had come unexpectedly, and was so hungry--what should they

do?--Maggie, who adored her, insisted upon going down to the kitchen.




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