Turn around, child!" While Audrey slowly revolved, the guardian of her fortunes, leaning back in his chair, bent his bushy brows and gazed, not at the circling figure in its tawdry apparel, but into the distance.

When she stood still and looked at him with a half-angry, half-frightened face, he brought his bleared eyes to bear upon her, studied her for a minute, then motioned to his wife.
"She must take off this paltry finery, Deborah," he announced.

"I'll have none of it.

Go, child, and don your Cinderella gown." "What does it all mean ?" cried Audrey, with heaving bosom.

"Why did she put these things upon me, and why will she tell me nothing?
If Hugon has hand in it"-- The minister made a gesture of contempt.