I will come again and receive you." How sweet that was! Then, even if she died on the desert, there was a home prepared for her.

So much she had learned in Christian Endeavor meeting.
The stately butler let her in.

He eyed her questioningly at first, and said madam was not up yet; but Elizabeth told him she would wait.
"Is she sick ?" asked Elizabeth with a strange constriction about her heart.
"O no, she is not up yet, miss," said the kind old butler; "she never gets up before this.

You're from Mrs.Sands, I suppose." Poor soul, for once his butler eyes had been mistaken.

He thought she was the little errand-girl from Madam Bailey's modiste.
"No, I'm just Elizabeth," said the girl, smiling.