y-eyed, was on her feet to receive Dora. "Oh, you
impudent!" she charged. "That's the reference you gave _me_--when I
asked you who was telephoning my daughter! I looked it up!"

"Ah, Mrs. Milo!" Dora put finger-tips together and cast mournful eyes
up to Tottie's chandelier. "'The tongue is a world of iniquity.'"

Sue took her by a shoulder, shaking her a little. "Dora, I'm sending
you out of town."

"Oh, Miss Susan!" All nonsense was frightened out of her. "Don't send
me away! I tried to do my best--to keep her from coming here! But,
oh, Deuteronomy, nine, thirteen!"

"Deuteronomy, nine, thirteen," repeated Mrs. Milo, wrinkling her brows.
Her eyes moved as she cudgeled her brain. "Deuteronomy----"

Sue gave Dora another shake. "Listen, my dear! I'm sending you after
a little girl. Here! Twenty dollars, and it's Mr. Farvel's."

"Oh, Miss Susan!"--with abject relief. "Gladly do I devote my gifts,
poor as they are, to your service." And in her best ministerial
manner, "Where is the child?" She tucked the paper bill into a glove.

"Poughkeepsie,"--Sue gave her the address. "Go up this
afternoon--right away. And return the first thing in the morning.
Bring her straight to the Rectory. Now, you'll have quite a ride with
that baby, Dora. And I want you to get her ready for the happiest
moment in all her little life! Do you hear?--the happiest, Dora! And,
oh, here's where you must be eloquent!"

"Oh, Miss Susan, 'I am of slow speech, and of a slow tongue.'"

"I'll tell you what to say," reassured Sue. "You say to her that
you're bringing her to her mother; and that she's going to live with
her mother, in a little cottage somewhere--a cottage running over with
roses."

"Roses," echoed Dora, and counting on her fingers, "--mother, cottage,
garden----"

"And tell her that she's got a dear mother--so brave, and good, and
sweet, and pretty. And her mother loves her--don't forget that!--loves
her better than anything else in the whole world----"

"Loves her," checked off Dora, pulling aside another finger; "--brave,
good, sweet, pretty----"

"Yes, and there's going to be no more boarding out--no more forever!
Oh, the lonely little heart!" Sue took Dora by both shoulders. "Her
mother's waiting for her! Her mother! Her own mother!"

"Boarding out,"--checking again; "--waiting mother. Miss Susan, I
shall return by the first train tomorrow, Providence permitting." This
last was accompanie