she added, with a sorry little smile that was sadder than tears. And then she turned to go.
Dick walked with her to the door. "You are too much alone," he said; "You should have more companionship."
But the girl only shook her head. "It is the only way," she said, "The only way now. Perhaps later I shall find some means to take my little boy to the Coast; but I cannot do it now." And then she added: "You have been very kind, Mr. Harris. I am glad that you came up here to live;" and with a brighter smile she stepped through the break in the hedge;—stepped through almost into the face of a passing automobile containing the Morton sisters and McKnight.
The Kat sisters giggled audibly and McKnight almost ran the car off of the road, in his eagerness to lean out and look well at the girl who had been the cause of his brother's death; and they could see the sisters looking out through the back glass after the car had passed.
Dick gritted his teeth. "Awkward!" he commented.
The girl was breathing rapidly. "Who was the man?" she asked.
"That was McKnight," answered Dick.
"Oh!" cried the girl, desperately; "Am I to be hounded my whole life long? Oh, why didn't David take me with him, too? Oh, why didn't he?" And
