She knew arrangements had been made with Margaret to go to the city some time that day, so she grew more nervous and uneasy every moment.

She was haunted by the fear that the blow might discolour Elnora's cheek; that she would tell Margaret.

She went down the back walk, looking intently in all directions, left the garden and followed the swamp path.

Her step was noiseless on the soft, black earth, and soon she came close enough to see Elnora.

Mrs.Comstock stood looking at the girl in troubled uncertainty.