"And I think you are one of the young ladies from Elmhurst--perhaps the one Will talked to." "You are right, Mrs.Rogers.I am Elizabeth DeGraf." "And your companion--is it Mr.Forbes ?" the woman asked.
"Yes, madam," replied Kenneth, astonished to find Will's wife speaking with so much refinement and gracious ease.
"You are very welcome.

Will you please find seats?
My affliction renders me helpless, as you may see." "We are very comfortable, I assure you, Mrs.Rogers," said Beth.

"We have come to ask if you have heard anything of your daughter." "Not a word as yet, Miss DeGraf, Will is out with the horse and buggy doing his best to get information.

But Lucy has been gone so long now that I realize it will be difficult to find her, if, indeed, the poor girl has not--is not--" Her voice broke.
"Oh, you don't fear _that_, do you, Mrs.Rogers ?" asked Beth, quickly.
"I fear anything--everything!" wailed the poor creature, the tears streaming from between her closed lids.

"My darling was frantic with grief, and she couldn't bear the humiliation and disgrace of her position.