d you wish to see me?"

"Yes; Dr. Grant told me you were--" Helen paused here, for though
Marian Hazelton's dress indicated poverty, the words "were wanting work"
seemed at variance with her whole being, and so she changed her form of
speech, and said instead: "Told me you could make dresses, and I drove
around with him to secure your services, if possible, for my sister, who
is soon to be married. We would like it so much if you could go to our
house instead of having Katy come here."

Marian Hazelton was needing work, for there was due more than three
months' board, besides the doctor's bill, and so, though it was not
her custom to go from house to house, she would, in this instance,
accommodate Miss Lennox, especially as during her illness her customers
had many of them gone elsewhere, and her little shop was nearly broken
up. "Was it an elaborate trousseau she was expected to make?" and she
bent down to turn over some fashion plates lying upon the table.

"Oh, no! we are plain country people. We cannot afford as much for Katy
as we would like; besides, I dare say Mr. Cameron will prefer selecting
most of her wardrobe himself, as he is very wealthy and fastidious,"
Helen replied, repenting the next instant the part concerning Mr.
Cameron's wealth, as that might look like boasting to Miss Hazelton,
whose head was bent lower over the magazine as she said: "Did I
understand that the gentleman's name was Cameron?"

"Yes, Wilford Cameron, from New York," Helen answered, holding up her
skirts and s-s-kt-ing at the kitten which came running toward her,
evidently intent upon springing into her lap.

Fear of cats was Helen's weakness, if weakness it can be called, and in
her efforts to frighten her tormentor she did not look again at Miss
Hazelton until startled by a gasping cry and heavy fall. Marian had
fainted, and Helen was just raising her head from the floor to her lap
when Morris appeared, relieving her of her burden, of whom he took
charge until she showed signs of life. In her alarm Helen forgot
entirely what they were talking about when the faint came on, and her
first question put to Marian was: "Were you taken suddenly ill? Why did
you faint?"

There was no answer at first, except tears, which quivered on the long
eyelashes, and then rolled down the cheeks; but when she did speak she
said: "I am still so weak that the least exertion affects me, and I was
bending over the table; it will soon pass off."

If