I think, in a battle of wits, I am a match even for Guy Oleander; and if Mollie is not home before the moon wanes, it will be no fault of mine." "I will trust you," Miriam said, rising and walking to the door.

"You will lose no time.

The poor child is, no doubt, in utter misery." "I will lose no time.

You must give me a week.

This day week come back, if Mollie is not home, and I will meet you here." Miriam bowed her head and opened the door.
"Mollie will thank you--I can not.