seated near Mrs. Latham.

"Mollie," explained Miss Sallie, as the child approached, "Mrs. Latham is
much interested in our little Indian girl. Her son, Reginald, has told
her of the accident to Eunice. Mrs. Latham is anxious to know to what
hospital in Pittsfield Naki has taken the child. I did not ask Ruth. Can
you tell us the name?"

Mollie looked at Mrs. Latham steadily. The older woman dropped her eyes.
"Eunice is not yet allowed to see visitors," she answered.

"Oh, I have no wish to call on the child," Mrs. Latham protested, "but if
the Indian girl and her old grandmother are in want I shall send a man to
look after them. My brother is most generous to the poor, Miss Stuart."

But Mollie went on. "Thank you, Mrs. Latham, but Eunice and her
grandmother are not poor. Ruth is looking after them now. The grandmother
wishes to take Eunice back to their wigwam on the hill, when the little
girl is well enough to be moved."

Mrs. Latham frowned. She had her own reasons for wishing to discover the
address of the Indian woman and her child. Yet she did not want to appear
to be much interested.

Barbara came up to join Mollie.

"Your sister seems determined that no one shall take interest in your
little Indian protegee except her own friends," declared Mrs. Latham,
smiling at Bab. "Perhaps you would not object to telling me where the
child is located."

"Why certainly not!" Barbara exclaimed frankly, looking in surprise at
Mollie.

But Mollie interrupted her. The little girl's cheeks were burning hot.
She was conscious of her own bad manners, and of Miss Stuart's look of
disappointment. Yet she spoke before Bab could continue.

"I am sorry for Mrs. Latham to think I am rude in not telling her where
Eunice is staying; but it seems to me that, if her old Indian grandmother
has kept Eunice hidden all these years, she must have had some good
reason. It does not seem fair to me for us to talk about her just
because, through an accident, we had to send her to town. I think, if the
grandmother wishes to keep Eunice hidden, we ought at least to ask the
old woman's permission before we tell anyone where she is staying. I am
awfully sorry," Mollie ended, apologetically, "but I do feel that I am
right."

Mrs. Latham was very angry. "I am sure I beg your pardon, Miss Thurston,"
she rejoined icily, before she moved away. "I meant nothing by my
harmless inquiry. I can assure you I am not unduly interested in your
protegee. I