the
threshold she paused to look at her watch. Only half-past five! She
thought with compunction of the unkindness of breaking in on Junie
Fulmer's slumbers; but such scruples did not weigh an ounce in the
balance of her purpose. Poor Junie would have to oversleep herself on
Sunday, that was all.

Susy stole into the passage, opened a door, and cast her light on the
girl's face.

"Junie! Dearest Junie, you must wake up!"

Junie lay in the abandonment of youthful sleep; but at the sound of her
name she sat up with the promptness of a grown person on whom domestic
burdens have long weighed.

"Which one of them is it?" she asked, one foot already out of bed.

"Oh, Junie dear, no... it's nothing wrong with the children... or with
anybody," Susy stammered, on her knees by the bed.

In the candlelight, she saw Junie's anxious brow darken reproachfully.

"Oh, Susy, then why--? I was just dreaming we were all driving about
Rome in a great big motor-car with father and mother!"

"I'm so sorry, dear. What a lovely dream! I'm a brute to have
interrupted it--"

She felt the little girl's awakening scrutiny. "If there's nothing wrong
with anybody, why are you crying, Susy? Is it you there's something
wrong with? What has happened?"

"Am I crying?" Susy rose from her knees and sat down on the counterpane.
"Yes, it is me. And I had to disturb you."

"Oh, Susy, darling, what is it?" Junie's arms were about her in a flash,
and Susy grasped them in burning fingers.

"Junie, listen! I've got to go away at once--to leave you all for the
whole day. I may not be back till late this evening; late to-night; I
can't tell. I promised your mother I'd never leave you; but I've got
to--I've got to."

Junie considered her agitated face with fully awakened eyes. "Oh, I
won't tell, you know, you old brick," she said with simplicity.

Susy hugged her. "Junie, Junie, you darling! But that wasn't what I
meant. Of course you may tell--you must tell. I shall write to
your mother myself. But what worries me is the idea of having to go
away--away from Paris--for the whole day, with Geordie still coughing a
little, and no one but that silly Angele to stay with him while you're
out--and no one but you to take yourself and the others to school. But
Junie, Junie, I've got to do it!" she sobbed out, clutching the child
tighter.

Junie Fulmer, with her strangely mature perception of the case, and
seemingly of every case that fate might call on