ournfully, "and
no-body to pay it but a poor old aunt who has to work her fin-gers to
the bone. Four dollars and a half, four dollars and a half--almost
five dollars. Araminta thinks she will get out of work by pretending
to be sick, but it is not so, not so. Araminta will find out she is
much mis-taken. She will do the Fall clean-ing all alone, alone, and
we do not think there will be any sprained an-kles, nor any four
dollars--"

Doctor Ralph Dexter appeared in the doorway, his face flaming with
wrath. Miss Mehitable continued to sing, apparently unconcerned,
though her heart pounded violently against her ribs. By a swift change
of words and music, she was singing "Rock of Ages," as any woman is
privileged to do, when cleaning house, or at any other time.

But the young man still stood there, his angry eyes fixed upon her.
The scrutiny made Miss Mehitable uncomfortable, and at length she
descended from the ladder, still singing, ostensibly to refill her pail.

"Let me hide--" warbled Miss Hitty, tremulously, attempting to leave
the room.

Doctor Ralph effectually barred the way. "I should think you'd want to
hide," he said, scornfully. "If I hear of anything; like this again,
I'll send in that bill I told you of. I know a lawyer who can collect
it."

"If you do," commented Miss Mehitable, ironically, "you know more 'n I
do." She tried to speak with assurance, but her soul was quaking
within her. Was it possible that any one knew she had over three
hundred dollars safely concealed in the attic?

"I mean exactly what I say," continued Ralph. "If you so much as climb
these stairs again, you and I will have trouble,"

Sniffing disdainfully, Miss Mehitable went down into the kitchen, no
longer singing. "You'll have to finish your own cleanin'," she said to
Miss Evelina. "That blackmailing play-doctor thinks it ain't good for
my health to climb ladders. He's afraid I'll fall off same as Minty
did and he hesitates to take more of my money."

"I'd much rather you wouldn't do any more," replied Miss Evelina,
kindly. "You have been very good to me, ever since I came here, and I
appreciate it more than I can tell you. I'm going to clean my own
house, for, indeed, I'm ashamed of it."

Miss Hitty grunted unintelligibly, gathered up her paraphernalia, and
prepared to depart. "When Minty's well," she said, "I'll come back and
be neighbourly."

"I hope you'll come before that," responded Miss Evelina.