OF HARRIET BLAKE
through the last blind-door, and she was in the field behind the barn. She walked feverishly to the little wood close by and sank down exhausted under a large chestnut-tree.
"I'm tired—I'm dead tired out!" she whispered to herself. "I'll just stay here a minute 'fore I go on."
Had Mr. Freeland seen her then he would have been more startled than before, for two red spots burned in her sunken cheeks and her eyes glittered unnaturally. She had not eaten since breakfast, for the boiled dinner had sickened her, and though she was weak for want of food she had not strength to munch the great piece of rye bread. Her head swam a little and strange tunes seemed to sound all about her. Her mother's voice, almost in her ear, sang her to sleep with the Old Hundred Doxology, and for a moment she listened entranced, but as the phantom voice reached the last line she opened her eyes.
"No, no!" she screamed. "No, no! I won't sing to a bird! I won't! I'll go to Sarah's first!" A stillness that frightened her followed. Some-
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