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was thinking when she said : " That is one
of them, and a very interesting type it is,

When she went in to the dining-room to
partake of the six o'clock supper, she glanced

about her in search of the new arrival^ but
she had not yet appeared. A few minutes
later, however, she entered. She came in
slowly, looking straight before her, and try-
ing very hard to appear at ease. She was
prettier than before, and worse dressed.
She wore a blue, much-ruffled muslin and a
wide collar made of imitation lace. She
had tucked her sleeves up to her elbow
with a band and bow of black velvet, and
her round, smooth young arms were ador-
able. She looked for a vacant place, and,
seeing none, stopped short, as if she did
not know what to do. Then some mag-
netic attraction drew her eye to Olivia Fer-
roPs. After a moment's pause, she moved
timidly toward her.

" I — I wish a waiter would come," she

At that moment one on the wing stopp>ed
in obedience to a gesture of Miss FerTol's
— a deHcate, authoritative movement of the

" Give this young lady that chair oppo-
site me," she said.

The chair was drawn out with a flourish,
the girl was seated, and the bill of fare was
placed in her hands.

" Thank you," she said, in a low, aston-
ished voice.

Olivia smiled.

" That waiter is my own special and
peculiar property," she said, " and 1 rather
pride myself on him."

But her guest scarcely seemed to com-
prehend her pleasantry. She looked some-
what awkward.

" I — don't know much about waiters,**
she ventured. ** I'm not used to them, and
I suppose they know it. I never was at a
hotel before."

•*You will soon get used to them," re-
tumed Miss Ferrol.

The girl fixed her eyes upon her with a
questioning appeal. They were the loveli-
est eyes she had ever seen, Miss Ferrol
thought — large-irised, and with wonderful
long lashes fringing them and curling up-
ward, giving them a tender, very wide-
open look. She seemed suddenly to gain
courage, and also to feel it her duty to ac-
count for herself.

" I shouldn't have come here alone if I
could have got father to come with me,"
she revealed. " But he wouldn't come*
He said it wasn't the place for him. I
haven't been very well since mother died,
and he thought I'd better try the Springs
awhile. I don't think I shall like it."

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" I don't like it," replied Miss Ferrol,
candidlj, " but I dare say you wDl when
you know people."

The girl glanced rapidly and furtively
over the crowded room, and then her eyes

" I shall never know them," she said, in
a depressed undertone.

In secret Miss Ferrol felt a conviction
that she was right ; she had not been pre-
sented under the right auspices.

" It is rather clever and sensitive in her
to find it out so quickly," she thought.
" Some girls would be more sanguine, and
be led into blunders."

They progressed pretty well during the
meal. When it was over, and Miss Ferrol
rose, she became conscious that her com-
panion was troubled by some new difficulty,
and a second thought suggested to her
what its nature was.

" Are you going to your room ? " she

" I don't know," 'said the girl, with the
look of helpless appeal again. " I don't
know where else to go. I don't like to go
out there " (signifying the gallery) " alone."

"Why not come with me?" said Miss
Ferrol. "Then we can promenade to-

"Ah ! " she said, with a little gasp of relief
and gratitude. " Don't you mind ? "

"On the contrary, I shall be very glad
of your society," Miss Ferrol answered. " I
am alone, too."

So they went out together and wandered
slowly from one end of the starlit gallery to
the other, winding their way through the
crowd that promenaded, and, upon the
whole, finding it rather pleasant.

" I shall have to take care of her," Miss
Ferrol was deciding; "but I do not think
I shall mind the trouble."

The thing that touched her most was
the girl's innocent trust in her sincerity —
her taking for granted that this stranger,
who had been polite to her, had been so
not for worldly good breeding's sake, but
from true fiiendliness and extreme generos-
ity of nature. Her first shyness conquered,
she related her whole history with the unre-
serve of a child. Her father was a farmer,
and she had always lived with him on his
farm. He had been too fond of her to allow
her to leave home, and she had never been
" away to school."

" He has made a pet of me at home,"
she said. " I was the only one that lived
to be over eight years old. I am the elev-

enth. Ten died before I was bom, and it
made father and mother worry a good deal
over me — and father was worse than mother.
He said the time never seemed to come
when he could spare me. He is very good
and kind — is father," she added, in a hurried,
soft- voiced way. " He's rough — but he's
very gbod and kind."

Before they parted for the night Miss
Ferrol had the whole genealogical tree by
heart. They were an amazingly prolific
family, it seemed. There was Uncle Josi-
ah, who had ten children. Uncle Leander,
who had fifteen. Aunt Amanda, who had
twelve, and Aunt Nervy, whose belongings
comprised three sets of twins and an unlim-
ited supply of odd numbers. They went
upstairs together and parted at Miss Fer-
rol's door, their rooms being near each other.

The girl held out her hand.

" Good-night I " she said. " I'm so thank-
ful I've got to know you."

Her eyes looked bigger and wider-open
than ever; she smiled, showing her even,
sound, little white teeth. Under the bright
light of the lamp the freckles the day be-
trayed on her smooth skin were not to be

" Dear me I " thought Miss Ferrol. " How
startlingly pretty, in spite of the cotton lace
and the dreadful polonaise ! "

She touched her lightly on the shoulder.

" Why, you are as tall as I am ! " she

" Yes," the girl replied, depressedly ; " but
I'm twice as broad."

" Oh no — no such thing." And then, with
a delicate glance down over her, she said —
" It is your dress that makes you fancy so.
Perhaps your dress-maker does not under-
stand your figure," — as if such a failing was
the most natural and simple thing in the world,
and needed only the sUghtest rectifying.

" I have no dress-maker," the girl an-
swered. " I make my things myself. Per-
haps that is it."

"It is a littie dangerous, it is true," re-
plied Miss Ferrol. " I have been bold
enough to try it myself, and I never suc-
ceeded. I could give you the address of a
very thorough woman if you lived in New

" But I don't live there, you see. I wish
I did. I never shall, though. Father could
never spare me."

Another slight pause ensued, during which
she looked admiringly at Miss Ferrol. Then
she said "good-night" again, and turned

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But before she had crossed the corridor
she stopped.

" I never told you my name," she said.

Miss Ferrol naturally expected she would
announce it at once, but she did not. An
air of embarrassment fell upon her. She
seemed almost averse to speaking.

"Well," said Miss Ferrol, smiling,^* what
is it?"

She did not raise her eyes from the car-
pet as she rephed, unsteadily :

" It's Louisiana."

Miss Ferrol answered her very com-
posedly :

" The name of the state ? "

" Yes. Father came from there."

" But you did not tell me your surname."

" Oh ! that is Rogers. You — you didn't
laugh. I thought you would."

" At the first name ? " replied Miss Fer-
rol. " Oh no. It is imusual — ^but names
often are. And Louise is pretty."

" So it is," she said, brightening. " I never
thought of that. I hate Louisa. They will
call it ' Lowizy,' or * Lousyanny.' I could
sign myself Louise, couldn't I ? "

" Yes," Miss Ferrol replied.

And then \\^x protegee said " good-night "
for the third time, and disappeared.


She presented herself at the bed-room
door with a timid knock the next morning
before breakfast, evidently expecting to be
taken charge of. Miss Ferrol had felt sure
she would appear, and had, indeed, dressed
herself in momentary expectation of hearing
the knock.

When she heard it she opened the door
at once.

" I am glad to see you," she said. " I
thought you might come."

A slight expression of surprise showed
itself in the girl's eyes. It had never oc-
curred to her that she might not come.

" Oh, yes," she replied. " I never could
go down alone when there was any one
who would go with me."

There was something on her mind, Miss
Ferrol fancied, and presently it burst forth
in a confidential inquiry.

" Is this dress very short-waisted ? " she
asked, with great earnestness.

Merciful delicacy stood in the way of
Miss Ferrol's telling her how short-waisted
it was, and how it maltreated her beautiful
young body.

" It is rather short-waisted, it is true."

** Perhaps," the girl went on, with a touch
of guileless melancholy, " I am naturally this

Here, it must be confessed. Miss Ferrol
forgot herself for the moment, and ex-
pressed her indignation with undue fervor.

" Perish the thought ! " she exclaimed.
" Why, child! your figure is a hundred times
better than mine."

Louisiana wore for a moment a look of
absolute fright

" Oh, no ! " she cried. " Oh, no. Your
figure is magnificent."

" Magnificent ! " echoed Miss Ferrol, giv-
ing way to her enthusiasm, and indulging
in figures of speech. " Don't you see that I
am thin — absolutely thin. Nothing would
induce me to appear in full dress. I am
always clothed to my ears. But my things
fit me, and my dress-maker understands me.
If you were dressed as I am," — pausing to
look her over from head to foot — "AJb!"
she exclaimed, pathetidiUy, ** how I should
like to see you in some of my clothes I "

A tender chord was touched. A gentle
sadness, aroused by this instance of wasted
opportunities, rested upon her. But in-
stantaneously she brightened, seemingly
without any particular cause. A brilliant
idea had occurred to her. But she did not
reveal it.

" I will wait," she thought, " until she is
more at her ease with me."

She really was more at her ease already.
Just this one little scrap of conversation had
done that. She became almost affectionate
in a shy way before they reached the dining-

" I want to ask you something," she said,
as they neared the door.

" What is it ? "

She held Miss Ferrol back with a light
clasp on her arm. Her air was quite tragic
in a small way.

" Please say ' Louise,* when you speak to
me," she said. " Never say * Miss Louisi-
ana ' — never — ^never ! "

" No, I shall never say * Miss Louisiana,' "
her companion answered. " How would you
like* Miss Rogers?'"

" I would rather have * Louise,' " she said,

"Well," returned Miss Ferrol, "* Louise'
let it be."

And " Louise " it was thenceforward. If
she had not been so pretty, so innocent,
and so affectionate and humble a young
creature, she might have been troublesome

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at times (it occurred to Olivia Feirol), she
clung so pertinaciously to their chance
acquaintanceship; she was so helpless and
desolate if left to herself, and so inor-
dinately glad to be taken in hand again.
She made no new friends, — which was per-
haps natural enough, after all. She had
nothing in common with the young women
who played ten-pins and croquet and rode
out in parties with their cavaliers. She was
not of them, and understood them as little
as they understood her. She knew very
well that they regarded her with scornful
tolerance when they were of the ill-natured
class, and with ill-subdued wonder when
they were amiable. She could not play
ten-pins and croquet, nor could she dance.

" What are the men kneeling down for,
and why do they keep stopping to put on
those queer little caps and things?" she
whispered to Miss Ferrol one night.

"They are trying to dance a German,"
replied Miss Ferrol, " and the man who is
leading them only knows one figiu-e."

As for the riding, she had been used to
riding all her life ; but no one asked her to
join them, and if they had done so she
would have been too wise, — imsophisti-
cated as she was, — ^to accept the invitation.
So where Miss Ferrol was seen she was
seen also, and she was never so happy as
when she was invited into her protector's
room and allowed to spend the morning
or evening there. She would have been
content to sit there forever and listen to
Miss Ferrol's graphic description of life in
the great world. The names of celebrated
personages made small impression upon
her. It was revealed gradually to Miss
Ferrol that she had private doubts as to the
actual existence of some of them, and the
rest she had never heard of before.

" You never read * The Scarlet Letter ? ' "
asked her instructress upon one occasion.

She flushed guiltily.

" No," she answered. " Nor — nor any
of the others."

Miss Ferrol gazed at her silentiy for a
few moments. Then she asked her a ques-
tion in a low voice, specially mellowed, so
that it might not alarm her.

"Do you know who John Stuart Mill
is ? " she said.

" No," she replied from the dust of humil-

" Have you never heard — just heard — of
Ruskin ? "

" No."

" Nor of Michael Angelo ? "

" N-no— ye-es, I think so — ^perhaps, but
I don't know what he did."

" Do you," she continued, very slowly,
" do — you — know — anything — about —
Worth ? "

" No, nothing."

Her questioner clasped her hands with
repressed emotion.

" Oh," she cried, "how — how you have
been neglected 1 "

She was really depressed, but hsx prot^gSe
was so much more deeply so that she felt it
her duty to contain herself and return to

" Never mind," she said. " I will tell you
all I know about them, and,"— after a pause
for speculative thought upon the subject, —
" by-the-by, it isn't much, and I will lend
you some books to read, and give you a list
of some you must persuade your father to
buy for you, and you will be all right
It is ratiier dreadful not to know the
names of people and things ; but, after all,
I think there are very few people who^

She was checked here by rigid consci-
entious scruples. If she was to train this
young mind in the path of learning and
literature, she must place before her a
higher standard of merit than the some-
what shady and slipshod one her eagerness
had almost betrayed her into upholding.
She had heard people talk of " standards "
and "ideals," and when she was kept to
the point and in regulation working order,
she could be very eloquent upon these sub-
jects herself.

" You will have to work very seriously,"
she remarked, rather incongruously and
with a rapid change of position. " If you
wish to — to acquire anything, you must
read conscientiously and — and with a pur-
pose." She was rather proud of that last

" Must I ? " inquired Louise, humbly.
" I should like to— if I knew where to be-
gin. Who was Worth ? Was he a poet ?"

Miss Ferrol acquired a fine, high color
very suddenly.

" Oh," she answered, with some uneasi-
ness, "you — you have no need to begin
with Worth. He doesn't matter so much

"I thought," Miss Rogers said meekly,
" that you were more troubled about my
not having read what he wrote, than about
my not knowing any of the others."

" Oh, no. You see — the fact is, he — ^he
never wrote anything."

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" What did he do ? " she asked, anxious
for information.

" He— it isn't ' did,' it is ' does.' He—
— makes dresses."

" Dresses ! "

This single word, but no exclamation
point could express its tone of wild amaze-

" Yes."

"A man?"

" Yes."

There was a dead silence. It was em-
barrassing at first. Then the amazement of
the unsophisticated one began to calm it-
self; it gradually died down, and became
another emotion, merging itself into in-

" Does " — guilelessly she inquired — " he
make nice ones ? "

" Nice I " echoed Miss Ferrol. " They
are works of art I I have got three in my

" 0-o-h I " sighed Louisiana. " Oh,
dear ! "

Miss Ferrol rose from her chair.

"I will show them to you," she said.
" I-^I should like you to try them on."

" To try them on ! " ejaculated the child
in an awe-stricken tone. " Me ? "

" Yes," said Miss Ferrol, unlocking the
trunk and throwing back the lid. " I have
been wanting to see you in them since the
first day you came."

She took them out and laid them upon
the bed on their trays. Louise got up from
the floor and approaching, reverentiy stood
near them. There was a cream-colored
evening-dress of soft, thick, close-clinging
silk of some antique-modem sort; it had
golden fringe, and golden flowers embroid-
ered upon it.

" Look at that," said Miss Ferrol, softly
^-even religiously.

She made a mysterious, majestic gesture.

" Come here," she said. " You must put
it on."

Louise shrank back a pace.

" I — oh ! I daren't," she cried. " It is
too beautiful ! "

" Come here," repeated Miss Ferrol.

She obeyed timorously, and gave herself
into the hands of her controller. She was
so timid and excited that she trembled all
the time her toilette was being performed for
her. Miss Ferrol went through this service
with the manner of a priestess officiating
at an altar. She laced up the back of the
dress with the slender, golden cords; she
arranged the antique drapery which wound

itself around in close swathing folds. There
was not the shadow of a wrinkle from shoul-
der to hem : the lovely young figure was
revealed in all its beauty of outline. There
were no sleeves at all, there was not very much
bodice, but there was a great deal of effect,
and this, it is to be supposed, was the object.

" Walk across the floor," commanded
Miss Ferrol.

Louisiana obeyed her.

" Do it again," said Miss Ferrol.

Having been obeyed for the second time,
her hands fell together. Her attitude and ex-
pression could be said to be significant only
of rapture.

"I said so!" she cried. "I said so!
You might have been bom in New York! '*

It was a grand climax. Louisiana felt it
to the depths of her reverent young heart.
But she could not believe it. She was sure
that it was too sublime to be true. She
shook her head in deprecation.

" It is no exaggeration," said Miss Ferrol,
with renewed fervor. " Laiurence himself, if he
were not told that you had lived here, would
never guess it. I should like to try you on

" Who^is he ?" inquired Louisiana. " Is
he a writer, too ? "

" Well, yes, — ^but not exactly like the
others. He is my brother."

It was two hours before this episode
ended. Only at the sounding of the sec-
ond bell did Louisiana escape to her room
to prepare for dinner.

Miss Ferrol began to replace the dresses
in her trunk. She performed her task in
an abstracted mood. When she had com-
pleted it she stood upright and paused a
moment, with quite a startled air.

" Dear me ! " she exclaimed. " I — ^act-
ually forgot about Ruskin ! "

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"he is different."

The same evening, as they sat on one
of the seats upon the lawn, Miss Ferrol be-
came aware several times that Louisiana
was regarding her with more than ordinary
interest. She sat with her hands folded
upon her lap, her eyes fixed on her face,
and her pretty mouth actually a little open.

"What are you thinking of?" Olivia
asked, at length.

The girl started, and recovered herself
with an effort.

" I — well, I was thinking about — au-
thors," she stammered.

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" Any particular author ? " inquired Olivia,
** or authors as a class ? "

" About your brother being one. I never
thought I should see any one who knew an
author — and you are related to one I"

Her companion's smile was significant
of immense experience. It was plain that
she was so accustomed to living on terms
of intimacy with any number of authors
that she could afford to feel indifferent
about them.

• " My dear," she said, amiably, " they
are not in the least different firom other

It sounded something like blasphemy.

" Not different ! " cried Louisiana. " Oh,
surely, they must bel Isn*t — isn't your
brother different ? "

Miss Ferrol stopped to think. She was
very fond of her brother. Privately she
considered him the literary man of his day.
She was simply disgusted when she heard
experienced critics only calling him "clever"
and " brilliant " instead of " great " and
" world-moving."

" Yes," she replied at length, " he isi dif-

" I thought he must be," said Louisiana,
with a sigh of relief. " You are, you know."

"Am I?" returned Olivia. "Thank
you. But I am not an author — at least" —
she added, guiltily, " nothing I have written
has ever been published."

" Oh, why not ? " exclaimed Louisiana.

" Why not ?" she repeated, dubiously and
thoughtfully. And then, knitting her brows,
she said, " I don't know why not."

" I am sure if you have ever written any-
thing, it ought to have been published,"
protested her adorer.

"/ thought so," said Miss Ferrol. " But
— ^but they didn't."

"They?" echoed Louisiana. "Who

" The editors," she replied, in a rather
gloomy manner. " There is a great deal of
wire-pulling, and favoritism, and— even envy
and malice, of which those outside know
nothing. You wouldn't understand it if I
should tell you about it."

For a few moments she wore quite a fallen
expression, and gloom reigned. She gave
her head a little shake.

" They regret it afterward," she remarked,
— " firequently."

From which Louisiana gathered that it
was the editors who were so overwhelmed,
and she could not help sympathizing with
them in secret There was something in

the picture of their unavailing remorse which
touched her, despite her knowledge of the
patent fact that they deserved it and could ex-
pect nothing better. She was quite glad when
Olivia bnghtened up, as she did presently.

" Laurence is handsomer than most of
them, and has a more distinguished air,"
she said. " He is very charming. People
always say so."

" I wish I could see him," ventured Lou-

" You will see him if you stay here much
longer," replied Miss Ferrol. " It is quite
hkely he will come to Oakvale."

For a moment Louisiana fluttered and
turned pale with pleasure, but as suddenly
she drooped.

" I forgot," she faltered, " You will
have to be with him always, and I shall
have no one. He wont want me."

Olivia sat and looked at her with deep-
ening interest. She was thinking again of
a certain whimsical idea which had beset
her several times since she had attired her
protig^e in the cream-colored robe.

" Louise," she said, in a low, mysterious
tone, " how would you like to wear dresses
like mine all the rest of the time you are

The child stared at her blankly.

" I haven't got any," she gasped.

" No," said Miss Ferrol, with deliberation,
"but /have."

She rose from the seat, dropping her m)rs-
terious air and smiling encouragingly.

" Come with me to my room," she said.
" I want to talk to you."

If she had ordered her to follow her to
the stake it is not at all unlikely that Louis-
iana would have obeyed. She got up
meekly, smiling, too, and feeling siure some-
thing very interesting was going to happen.
She did not understand in the least, but she
was quite tractable. And after they had
reached the room and shut themselves in,
she found that it was something very inter-
esting which was to happen.

" You remember what I said to you this
morning ? " Miss Ferrol suggested.

" You said so many things."

" Oh, but you cannot have forgotten this
particular thing. I said you looked as if
you had been bom in New York."

Louisiana remembered with a glow of

" Oh, yes," she answered.

" And I said Laurence himself would not
know, if he was not told, that you had lived
all your life here."

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" Yes."

" And I said I should like to try you on


Miss Ferrol kept her eyes fixed on her
and watched her closely.

" I have been thinking of it all the morn-
ing," she added. " I should like to try you
on him."

Louisiana was silent a moment. Then
she spoke, hesitatingly :

" Do you mean that I should pretend
" she began.

" Oh, no," interrupted Miss Ferrol. " Not

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