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sion. Her conversation had been entirely about birds and beasts and creeping things. Judy had replied with rather less interest than usual. She was so anxious to hurry home, so fearful of being too late.

pulling her governess by her sleeve.

ess's voice as it called after her to be sur

n Judy had started on her walk, was no longer to be seen. The little girl stole into the quiet church on tip-t

iet, a sweet expression round her lips, a tranquil, satisfied light in her

really magnificent rendering of one of Bach's most passionate fugu

; go on. I am so happy

esumed the music which thrilled

d in her brown eyes, and smiled on her lips and even echoed from her sweet voice. Hilda would always be lovely to look at, but she h

here came a shadow across the church door. The shadow lengthened and grew longer, and the y

n waiting and listening. I can wait and listen a litt

ng for the final voluntary." She took up a book of lighter music as she spo

e child as she lay on the ground, and quite shut away the evening sunlight as it streamed over Hil

rought added volume into certain passages, she r

suddenly. She started up, knitting her black

claimed. "I thought you and Miss Mills and Babs were miles away by now. W

tact of Hilda's arm was like balm to the chil

re," she said, "but I do wish you woul

a; "you quite forget that Mr. Quentyns kno

er as well as you, for all that

d kissed her little s

s time for us to return to the house. You are going to din

will h

all all be delig

that Mildred Anstruther is down

onal wave of color mounted to Jasper Quentyns' brow. He looked at Hilda to se

"we mustn't keep

ked Jasper, as the three wa

lad to see her," re

e face to the other. Her heart began to beat with fierce dislike to Jasper. What right had he to interfere wit

ght pressure. In a few minutes they rea

evening sunshine, and Mildred Anstruther w

riend and greeting her with affection; "and you have

house now, Judy," said Hild

n after dinner

it may be best for you to go to bed early," said another voice. It

end me to bed. Hilda, you'll plea

just for half an hour, au

s you please; of course we

e the best of good children. Eat a hearty tea; don't think of any trouble. Oh, Judy! what a frown

o me if only for one minute

I promise;

f sympathy with children-she felt that she did not quite belong to them. The depths of her thoughts, the intense pathos of her unsatisfied affections were inc

t go. Swinging her hat on her arm she walked slowly down the long, cool stone passage which led from the principal hall to the sch

ss Judy, I am bringing

windows. The words Miss Mills had uttered as they walked across the fields to the wood kept returning to her memory. In some curious, undefined, uncomfortable way she connected them with her s

ged. I think I'll go and ask Mrs. Sutton. I don't care if I am a bit late for tea. The worst Miss Mills will do is to give me some poetry to learn, and I like learning poetry. Yes, I'll g

down a few steps, and a moment later was standing in a comfortably f

looked at a child, and a constant habit of putting her hand into her pocket and taking out a lollipop. This lol

tea. "Come along, my pet, and give me a kiss. What do you say to this?" She held a pink sugar

n the table, please, and I'll take them when I am going away

dear heart, your secrets

is something I want to know. Is it a dre

e grew purple. "Are you quite well, Miss Judy? You haven't been reading naughty books now, th

. Is it dreadful to be engaged to be married? a

my d

wer me, dear,

anything to please you,

es it de

t the young man is; but, my darling, it's many and many a l

ople do get married. You were married twi

igured sateen, a buff-colored ground with red flowers thrown over it. My second was

gowns, Sutton. I am rather in a hurry. I want you to tell me about the other things. What were they

tton's face became so deeply flu

ut engagements and-and disappointments, and dreams what proves but early mists of the morning? what do you know of fickleness and broken promises? There, child, you won't get any of that bad sort of knowledge out of me. Now y