closed them again. They were sitting in the kitchen; Caroline had run over to return some tea she had borrowed, and, incidentally, to see what she could of Victoria’s housekeeping in her absence. Her eyes had been busy while her tongue ran on, so she did not notice the man’s pallor and silence.
“How long does it take for smallpox to develop after one has been exposed to it?” he asked abruptly, when Caroline rose to go.
“Ten to fourteen days, I calc’late,” was her answer. “I must see about having the girls vaccinated right off. It'll likely spread. When do you expect Victoria home?”
“When she’s ready to come, whenever that will be,” was the gruff response.
A week later Caroline said to Eunice, “Whatever’s got Christopher? He hasn’t been out anywhere for ages — just hangs round home the whole time. It’s something new for him. I s’pose the place is so quiet, now Madam Victoria’s away, that he can find some rest for his soul. I believe I'll run over after milking and see how he’s getting on. You might as well come, too, Eunice.”
Eunice shook her head. She had all her mother’s obstinacy, and darken Victoria’s door she would not. She went on patiently darning socks, sitting at the west window, which was her favorite position — perhaps because she could look from it across the
