I guess I didn't eat much." "Let me bring you something!"-- said the woman coaxingly--"some strawberries, with some good cream to 'em." "No--I can't, June--I don't want them.

What o'clock is it ?" "It is just on to five, Miss Daisy." Five! Daisy suddenly recollected her scholar, whom she had directed to come to her at this hour.

Jumping up she seized her hat and rushed off down stairs and through the shrubbery, leaving June lost in wonder and concern.
At a Belvidere, some distance from the house and nearer the gate, Daisy had chosen to meet her pupil; and she had given orders at the Lodge to have her guided thither when she should come.

And there she was; Daisy could see the red head of hair before she got to the place herself.
Hephzibah looked very much as she did on weekdays; her dress partially covered with a little shawl; her bonnet she had thrown off; and if the hair had been coaxed into any state of smoothness before leaving home, it was all gone now.
[Illustration: THE BELVIDERE.] "How do you do, Hephzibah ?" said Daisy.

"I am glad to see you." Hephzibah smiled, but unless that meant a civil answer, she gave none.
Daisy sat down beside her.
"Do you know how to read, Hephzibah ?" The child first shook her shaggy head--then nodded it.