hine, to
soften and brighten continually. Her hair had been golden-brown;
there was plenty of it still; it had kept so much of the gold that
it was now like a tender mist through which the light flashes and
smiles. Of all color-changes, this is the rarest.

Miss Euphrasia smiled at her own look. "It is the home-face, I
guess; Christie will know it." Smiling, she showed white edges of
perfect teeth.

"What a silly old thing I am!" she said, softly; and she blushed up
and looked prettier yet.

"Why, I _will_ not be such a fool!" she exclaimed, then, really
indignant; and sat down to read her second letter, which she had
half forgotten:--

"BRICKFIELD FARMS, (near Tillington), Maine.

"DEAR MISS EUPHRASIA,--I have not written to you
since we left Conway, because there seemed so little really to
trouble you with; but your kind letter coming the other day
made me feel as if I must have a talk with you, and perhaps
tell you something which I did not fully tell you before. We
left our address with Mr. Dill, although except you, I hardly
know of anybody from whom a letter would be likely to come.
Isn't it strange, how easily one may slip aside and drop out
of everything? We heard of this place from some people who bad
been to Sebago Lake and Pleasant Mountain, and up from there
across the country to Gorham, and so round to Conway through
the Glen.

"Mother was not well at Conway; indeed, dear Miss Euphrasia,
she is more ill, perhaps, than I dare to think. She is very
weak; I dread another move, and the winter is so near! May be
the pleasant October weather will build her up; at any rate,
we must stay here until she is much better. We have found such
good, kind, plain people! I will tell you presently how nice
it is for us, and the plans I have been able to make for the
present. It has been a very expensive summer; we have moved
about so much; and in all the places where we have been
before, the board has been so high. At Lebanon and Sharon it
was dreadful; I really had to worry mother to get away; and
then Stowe was not much better, and at Jefferson the air was
too bracing. At Crawford's it was lovely, but the bill was
fearful! So we drifted down, till we finished August in
Conway, and heard of this. I wish we had known of it at the