quite pale, but very pretty," continued Mrs. Dane.

"Yes'm," said Kittie again, with her heart jumping into her throat.
"Mama is going to have her go out to Mrs. Raymond's for two weeks. Has
she been by here this morning?"

"Not that I have seen. I should think it a very good plan for her to be
in the country a while, if she will only be quiet; the Raymond home is a
very lovely one. I notice here lately that she coughs a good deal."

"Yes'm," answered Kittie, guiltily conscious that she hadn't noticed it.
"I hope it isn't much though."

"Nothing more than a spring cold, I fancy; you must all be very careful.
Now, my dear, take off your hat, and stay to dinner with me. I'm all
alone, to-day."

"I should like to; thank you, Mrs. Dane, but Bea will be expecting me
home, and I guess I had better go," said Kittie, so intensely
disappointed with her call that she could hardly keep the tears back. So
she went, and Mrs. Dane soliloquized, as she recalled the troubled face.
"Something the matter, I am quite positive; and those poor, dear, brave
little girls all alone. I shall go over this evening and see if I am
needed."

Kat was at the gate, and started out the moment she saw Kittie coming,
to meet her. She was quite as ashy colored as ever brown-faced,
rosy-cheeked Kat could be, and she was trembling as with a fit of ague,
and as Kittie saw her, the question died on her lips, and she could only
look her fear, as Kat burst forth:--

"She hasn't come--don't know anything about her; but Bea went up in the
garret this morning to open the windows, and ever since she came down,
she's been crying and pretty near fainted; won't tell me anything, and
I thought you never would come. What _shall_ we do?"

"Oh, I don't know; why didn't I tell Mrs. Dane? I felt as if I ought
to," cried Kittie, standing still in despair for a moment; then pulling
off her hat and shawl, she put them on her sister in a hurry.

"There, Kat, run; I'm so tired, you can go the fastest; go to Mr.
Phillips, ask him to take Prince and go for mama, quick;" and, without a
second thought, Kat dashed down the street at her most breathless flying
speed, not caring who saw, or what they thought, and feeling as though
she had done the right thing. Kittie hurried into the house; she was
alarmed, indeed, at the violence of Bea's crying, and after trying in
vain to find some cause, or give some comfort, gave up in despair.

"Don't ask me," Bea would cry, when ques