Do tell me--and I'll try--anything--almost anything ..." Then the sudden memory of her own posted letter silenced her.

Was that readiness to do "anything"?
Had that not been rebellion?
And had she not asked Uncle Mathew to help her to escape?
The consciousness of her dishonesty coloured her cheek with crimson.

Then Aunt Anne, very tenderly, put her hand on her shoulder.
"Will you really do anything--for me, Maggie--for me ?" Her voice was gentle and her eyes had tears in them.

"If you will--there are things very close to my heart--" Maggie turned away, trembling.

She hung her head, then with a sudden movement walked to the door.
"You must tell me," she said, "what you want.