is proof enough. Water don't go off
and leave the pitcher dusty on the inside if it was put in ten minutes
ago. Now you fill that pitcher full quick, and you carry it upstairs,
and if you spill a drop there'll be something besides talk."

Flora filled the pitcher, with the tears falling over her cheeks. She
sniveled softly as she went out, balancing it carefully against her
slender hip. Sophia followed her.

"Stop crying," said she sharply; "you ought to be ashamed of yourself.
What do you suppose Miss Louisa Stark will think. No water in her
pitcher in the first place, and then you come back crying as if you
didn't want to get it."

In spite of herself, Sophia's voice was soothing. She was very fond of
the girl. She followed her up the stairs to the chamber where Miss
Louisa Stark was waiting for the water to remove the soil of travel.
She had removed her bonnet, and its tuft of red geraniums lightened the
obscurity of the mahogany dresser. She had placed her little beaded
cape carefully on the bed. She was replying to a tremulous remark of
Amanda's, who was nearly fainting from the new mystery of the
water-pitcher, that it was warm and she suffered a good deal in warm
weather.

Louisa Stark was stout and solidly built. She was much larger than
either of the Gill sisters. She was a masterly woman inured to command
from years of school-teaching. She carried her swelling bulk with
majesty; even her face, moist and red with the heat, lost nothing of
its dignity of expression.

She was standing in the middle of the floor with an air which gave the
effect of her standing upon an elevation. She turned when Sophia and
Flora, carrying the water-pitcher, entered.

"This is my sister Sophia," said Amanda tremulously.

Sophia advanced, shook hands with Miss Louisa Stark and bade her
welcome and hoped she would like her room. Then she moved toward the
closet. "There is a nice large closet in this room--the best closet in
the house. You might have your trunk--" she said, then she stopped
short.

The closet door was ajar, and a purple garment seemed suddenly to swing
into view as if impelled by some wind.

"Why, here is something left in this closet," Sophia said in a
mortified tone. "I thought all those things had been taken away."

She pulled down the garment with a jerk, and as she did so Amanda
passed her in a weak rush for the door.

"I am afraid your sister is not well," said the school-teacher f