Bessie went through the garden and up to her room, while Hugh, riding one horse and leading
the other, crossed the pasture and the grove, and gave them to a man who was waiting near the
fence: he led them down the narrow road towards the west, for the old stone house was in the
east suburb of Westerton, more than two miles from the business portion of the town.
Bessie Darrell was sixteen, — a tall, slender maiden, with irregular features, brown complexion, dark eyes, and a quantity of dark, curling hair which defied all restraint, whether of comb, net, or ribbon. Her eyes were bright and her expression merry, but beyond this there was little beauty in her face. A quick student, Bessie always stood at the head of her classes for scholar- ship, and at the foot as regards demeanor. Twice had she been expelled for daring escapades in defiance of rule, and Aunt Faith's heart had ached with anxiety, when the truant returned home in disgrace. But her merry vivacity had made home so pleasant that the seasons of penance
