ollowing his return, and that in
the presence of her dragons. She had various excuses when he
called,--headaches, perhaps, among the rest, as these are staple
articles on such occasions. But Master Gridley knew his man too well to
think that slight obstacles would prevent his going forward to effect
his purpose.

"I think he will get her; if he holds on," the old man said to himself,
"and he won't let go in a hurry, if there were any real love about
it--but surely he is incapable of such a human weakness as the tender
passion. What does all this sudden concentration upon the girl mean? He
knows something about her that we don't know,--that must be it. What did
he hide that paper for, a year ago and more? Could that have anything to
do with his pursuit of Myrtle Hazard today?"

Master Gridley paused as he asked this question of himself, for a
luminous idea had struck him. Consulting daily with Cynthia Badlam, was
he? Could there be a conspiracy between these two persons to conceal
some important fact, or to keep something back until it would be for
their common interest to have it made known?

Now Mistress Kitty Fagan was devoted, heart and soul, to Myrtle Hazard,
and ever since she had received the young girl from Mr. Gridley's hands,
when he brought her back safe and sound after her memorable adventure,
had considered him as Myrtle's best friend and natural protector.
These simple creatures, whose thoughts are not taken up, like those of
educated people, with the care of a great museum of dead phrases, are
very quick to see the live facts which are going on about them. Mr.
Gridley had met her, more or less accidentally, several times of late,
and inquired very particularly about Myrtle, and how she got along
at the house since her return, and whether she was getting over her
headaches, and how they treated her in the family.

"Bliss your heart, Mr. Gridley," Kitty said to him on one of these
occasions, "it's ahltogither changed intirely. Sure Miss Myrtle does
jist iverythin' she likes, an' Miss Withers niver middles with her
at ahl, excip' jist to roll up her eyes an' look as if she was the
hid-moorner at a funeril whiniver Miss Myrtle says she wants to do this
or that, or to go here or there. It's Miss Badlam that's ahlwiz after
her, an' a-watchin' her,--she thinks she's cunnin'er than a cat, but
there 's other folks that's got eyes an' ears as good as hers. It's that
Mr. Bridshaw that's a puttin' his head togethe