ught her back to his home to live. As soon as her
husband died, she ran away to her own people. When Mr. Winthrop Latham
tried to find her some time afterwards, to give her her husband's
property, it seems that the Indian wife was dead. At any rate Reginald
declares this to be the case. From that day to this, the Latham family
never speak of anything that even relates to Indians." Mollie ended her
speech in a slightly scornful tone.

"Why, Mollie, don't you think that is a good enough explanation of
Reginald Latham's attitude toward Eunice?" Ruth asked.

"I most certainly do not!" Miss Mollie replied. "And how do you explain
the Indian squaw's feeling against the name of Latham?"

"Oh, Bab told us, Reginald explained all that to her, too. It seems that
the Indians in this vicinity believed poor little Mrs. Latham had been
persecuted by her husband's family. So, if this old squaw ever heard the
story, Latham would be an evil name to her," Grace put in.

Mistress Mollie shrugged her shoulders. "I think that story is very
unlikely. But, maybe, you believe it, just as Bab did. All I ask of you
is--just be on the look-out to-day! I have been doing a little detective
work myself. I do not agree with Bab's explanation. I told you I was
going to try an experiment, and I want you to help me. Then maybe, I can
convince you, Bab, and Aunt Sallie of something that I believe! I am sure
our little Indian Eunice has a closer connection with the Latham family
than any of you dream!"

"Dear me, but you are interesting, Mollie!" interrupted Ruth. "I have a
suspicion of what you mean. But go ahead, little Miss Sherlock Holmes! We
are with you to the end. We shall be delighted to render any humble
assistance necessary to your detective work."

"I only want you to watch developments this afternoon, girls!" Mollie
asserted mysteriously. "Later on, there may be some real work for us to
do. So far, I have planned everything myself."

"Well, Mollie, you are a nice one!" laughed Grace. "Kindly 'put us on,'
as the saying goes. What have you planned?"

"Nothing but a meeting between Eunice and Mr. Winthrop Latham," Mollie
responded. "We are to take Eunice to the hotel to spend the day with us.
She will be looking her best in the lovely clothes Ruth sent to her. And
she has grown almost fair from her weeks in the hospital. Mr. Winthrop
Latham is to have tea with us this afternoon. I asked Aunt Sallie to
invite nobody but him. I shall bring