"Take those things out and let Emma put them away, dear," Ida said to her. She smiled, but her voice still retained its involuntary harshness. Maria obeyed with an uneasy glance at little Evelyn. She knew that her step-mother was angry because the baby would not kiss her. When she was out in the dining-room, giving the fluffy white things to the maid, she heard a shriek, half of grief, half of angry dissent, from the baby. She immediately ran back into the parlor. Ida was removing the child's outer garments, smiling as ever, and with seeming gentleness, but Maria had a conviction that her touch on the tender flesh of the child was as the touch of steel. Little Evelyn struggled to get to her sister when she saw her, but Ida held her firmly. "Stand still, darling," she said. It was inconceivable how she could say darling without the loving inflection which alone gave the word its full meaning. "Stand still and let mamma take off baby's things," said Harry, and there was no lack of affectionate cadences in his voice. He privately thought that he himself could have taken off the child's wraps better than his wife, but he recognized her rights in the matter. Harry remembering his first wife, with her child, was in a state of constant bewilderment at the sight of his second with hers. He had always had the masculine opinion that women, in certain primeval respects, were cut on one pattern, and his opinion was being rudely shaken. "Call Emma, please," said Ida to Maria, and Maria obeyed. When the maid came in, Ida directed her to take the child up-stairs and put on another frock. Maria was about to follow, but Harry stopped her. "Maria," said he. Maria stopped, and eyed her father with surprise. "Maria," said Harry, bluntly, "your mother and I have been talking about your going away to school." Maria turned slightly pale and continued to stare at him, but she said nothing. "She thinks, and I don't know but she is right," said Harry, with painful loyalty, "that your associates here are not just the proper ones for you, and that it would be much better for you to go to boarding-school." "How much would it cost?" asked Maria, in a dazed voice. The question sounded like her own mother. "Father can manage that; you need not trouble yourself about that," replied Harry, hurriedly. "Where?" said Maria, then. "To a nice school where your mother was educated." "My mother?" "Ida--to Wellbridge Hall." "How often should I come home and see you and Evelyn? Every week?" "I am afraid not, dear," said Harry, uneasily. "How long are the terms?" asked Maria. "Only about twelve weeks," said Ida.