"I suppose she went to buy some of her horrid supplies?" Martha said. "I can't understand that woman--catching things in traps. How would she like to be caught in a trap? I asked her once--because I am always perfectly frank with people. 'How would you like to be caught in a trap, Miss Harriet?' I said. And she said, 'Oh, Annie would let me out.' You never can get a straight answer out of Harriet Hutchinson." "My dear, I'll take another cup of tea. Stronger, please." "My dear, strong tea isn't good for you," Martha said. IV When Miss Harriet woke the next morning the blue June day was flooding her room. At first she could not remember.... What was the something behind her consciousness? It came in an instant. "_Trapped_," she said, aloud, and turned her head to see Miss Annie at her bedside. "What is trapped, sister?" said Miss Annie, her little old face crumpling with distress. "I am," Harriet said; and laughed at the absurdity of telling Annie in such a fashion. But of course there was no use in telling Annie. She couldn't understand, and all that there was for her to know, the ultimate fact, she would find out soon enough. The younger sister felt a sick distaste of dealing with this poor mind; she wanted to be kind to Annie; she had always wanted to be kind to her--but she didn't want her round, that was all. And so she sent her off, patiently and not ungently: "Don't bother me, Annie, that's a good girl. No--I don't want any roses; take them away. No--I don't want to look at pictures. You go away now, that's a good girl." And the wrinkled child obeyed meekly. But she told the deaf Augustine that Harriet was cross. "I'm the oldest, and she oughtn't to order me round," she whimpered.