At this moment Mrs. Redmond approached the girls, in company with the landlady, who had been showing her her room. She, too, looked keenly at the little child. "Is this your little girl?" she asked her companion. "Yes, my only child." "Is she,--is she quite well?" The woman hesitated for a moment. "She has been sick, but she's almost well," she replied. "What was the matter with her?" asked Mrs. Redmond, pleasantly. "She has had scarlet fever, but--" "Girls," said Mrs. Redmond, "have your bags brought from your rooms." Then she turned to the landlady. "I can understand now why you can offer us a choice of so many rooms; the fever, I suppose, drove your guests away. I'm sorry, but we, too, must look farther." In a few moments the four had called a carriage and were on their way to seek a new abode. Martine saw the ridiculous side of the whole affair and made the others laugh at her account of the way Priscilla had saved her from the fatal kiss. "It is no laughing matter," protested Mrs. Redmond; "the child was evidently in that condition when the disease is particularly contagious, even though she herself is not especially ill. I shall have to watch you all very carefully, and shall be thankful enough if you do not suffer from this exposure." "There, Amy," cried Priscilla, "the worst is over; your premonitions are justified, and another time we won't laugh at your superstition. Though you hadn't scarlet fever in mind, this was the danger which we were to pass through." "I hope that the worst really is over, but it is rather curious that this particular incident should have happened here after what I said." Under the guidance of their driver the party soon found a boarding-place in a large wooden house, attractively situated on a hill. On the morning after their arrival Mrs. Redmond advised the girls to make the most of their time. "I'm told that we can visit the college and return in time to take the afternoon train for Halifax, but perhaps it will be as well to do things a little more at our leisure and go on to-morrow." "Oh, far better," said Martine; "it would be so tiresome to go on to-day; besides--" and here she stopped as if she had almost disclosed something that she should not speak about. Soon after breakfast Martine and Amy strolled off to the grass-grown ramparts of Fort Edward, the defence that had been built by the English against the French when Acadia came into their possession. An old blockhouse was the most interesting thing to be seen from the Fort; interesting at least from the historical point of view. "What makes Windsor seem so very new?" asked Martine. "Every one speaks of it as such an old town, and it seems to be full of new brick buildings that look as if they'd been finished hardly a week."