all up, though the milk was just what she called
"on the turn."

She did not know what the time was; the sun rose so early that he
shone as brightly at five o'clock as at seven o'clock. What did it
matter? Juliet could not get out until her jailer chose to release
her. As soon as Mrs. Bosher opened the house-door, or sent her out for
water, or for a cabbage, or to hang up wet linen, she would make off
and run away somewhere. Not through the wood, lest the awful brother
might be there again, and the utmost rigour of the law prosecute the
trespasser; but somewhere, anywhere.

Juliet lay down and slept again. She was disturbed by the door of the
room being opened, and the bonnet nodding in.

"Oh, you are not up. Come down and wash in the scullery."

The bonnet went down the stairs, and Juliet followed. It stood over
her while she washed and brushed her hair, and made herself tidy. Then
it gave her a toasting-fork and some slices of bread, and set her in
front of the kitchen fire. While thus obeying Mrs. Bosher the mind of
Juliet was trying to strike out some plan of escape; but when she saw
the brother outside in the road she put off running away. The clock
told her that the hour was eight. The Littlebourne family was now at
breakfast too. How they must be fretting for want of Juliet!

As it happened, they were not fretting at all, but talking together
cheerfully.

Juliet did not want much more in the way of breakfast. She sat, cross
and ugly, scowling at Mrs. Bosher.

When breakfast was ended and the dinner put to cook in the oven,
Juliet began once more to look about for a chance of escape. The
brother was not to be seen from the window. There must come the right
moment presently. Mrs. Bosher left the kitchen. Now the right moment
had come. Juliet put on her hat, and went into the passage.

"That is a good girl," said the deep voice, "I'm ready too."

A strong hand took Juliet by the arm, and the hat and the bonnet went
out together. Speechless with terror, the girl could not resist. She
was hurried along the road in the direction furthest from
Littlebourne, past the brother's house, and past several other houses.
What could it all mean? Whither were they going?

At the corner of a cross-road there stood the brother himself, but
without the gun. Mrs. Bosher led Juliet to him, and his hand took the
place of his sister's.

"Here's the runaway," said Mrs. Bosher. "She'll be safe with you."

"Rather," said the