"Yes, Aunt Rachel."

"Den you kum too, honey." The negress appealed to Adele. "Lawsie, chile,
yer jest a sight for soah eyes. You am suah. Hit does me good jest ter
look at yer. You am de Lily ob de Valley, an' de Rose ob Sharon. You
suah am."

"Yes, yes, I'll come." Adele received this homage with laughing protest,
but she was none the less pleased because it was homely.

"Hit suahly will do me moah good dan de vittles," went on the negress.
"An' I ain't a-sayin' nuffin agin good eatin' eider."

"I'll come," promised Adele again. "I'll come every day."

"Bress yer heart, chile. Thanky, Miss Bee."

"Good-bye until tomorrow," said Beatrice kindly. "Be careful of
yourself, and if you need anything send to the house for it. We will
come to see how you are tomorrow."

"I won't need nuffin elsen but a sight ob dat bressed angel," declared
old Rachel as the girls bade her good-bye, and left the cabin.

Through the woods they went to the road where they found Doctor Raymond
waiting for them, and they started for the visit to Mrs. Medulla.

"How is old Rachel?" he asked.

"I did not think her very ill," remarked Adele. "Did you, Bee?"

"She said that she was just ailing," replied

Bee, "and that she would be all right in a few days. I thought she was a
little feverish. She took quite a fancy to Adele."

"I can well believe it," answered Doctor Raymond heartily. Each time he
saw the girl she seemed more lovely. Today in her white dress with Bee's
white lace hat upon her head, and her eyes velvety as the heart of a
purple pansy she looked the angel Aunt Rachel had called her.

"I wonder," thought Bee as they entered the gate of the Brawley place
where the Medullas lived, "I wonder if Percival and his mother will be
as much taken with Adele as every one else is?"

"Your daughter and I are friends already, Doctor Raymond," said Mrs.
Medulla, drawing Bee to her as she greeted them graciously.

"I am glad to hear it," observed the scientist courteously. "My daughter
is so unfortunate as to be obliged to devote a great part of her time to
me, and I have been away from civilization so long that I am scarcely
the companion for her. The influence of a woman of culture cannot fail
to be of great benefit to her."

"Thank you," replied the lady quietly. "And is this the cousin of whom
you have spoken, Beatrice?"

"Yes;" answered Bee, watching her intently to see if she too had fallen
a victim to Adele's beauty. The