And so she did; and the chaise had not gone again before the sound of voices singing told that the party in the hay-cart were drawing near. There was a general outcry when it was discovered that Fidelia had not remained at Dr Everett's, where the young people were to have tea, and spend the evening. She was intreated to return with them. Dr Justin had gone to the door to speak to Eunice, and Susie followed him, begging him to ask permission for Fidelia to go. But Eunice said, in her gentlest voice, that she would like Fidelia to stay at home; and Dr Justin said nothing. "Would you like to have gone, Fidelia?" asked Eunice, as they went into the house. "No; I didn't care about going. I have had enough of noise and nonsense for one day. Oh, yes, I enjoyed it! We didn't get many berries; and-- there!--they have carried mine off with them. I am hungry. I will tell you all about it by-and-by." But there was nothing of very much interest to tell. Dr Justin's name came in with the rest, rather more readily than had been the case when she first came home, and neither of her listeners lost word, or tone, or gesture. But Fidelia had nothing of special interest to tell, and certainly she had nothing to conceal. "She does not care for him. She is not thinking about him," said Eunice to herself. "She does not care for him, or she does not know it," thought Mrs Stone; and both women were glad in their hearts that Dr Justin's visit was drawing to a close. And so were others among his friends. At that moment Dr Everett and his wife were saying a few words to one another on the same subject. "I am afraid he is thinking about her--that he does care for her," said the gentle little lady, who, much against her will, had been induced to go with the young people in the afternoon, because her husband had said it was the right thing to do. "No; I am quite sure he has not spoken, and I don't think Fidelia has the least thought of such a thing." "And he mustn't speak. I would not have Miss Eunice troubled now for more than I can say. No he must not speak; and yet I don't see how I can tell him so, unless he first speaks to me." "But, husband, do you think it would trouble her? I think Eunice Marsh is far beyond all such trouble now. And if--" "We will not speak about it. Eunice is very near heaven, as I believe; but she can never be beyond caring for what must affect her sister's happiness. Justin must not speak. It would be the same sad story over again. Fidelia would never leave her sister if she knew her state. And she would have to know it. I do not think Justin will speak--now-- unless he should be betrayed into it. But one can never tell. I am thankful he has but another day."