"But another day!" Dr Justin had said those words a good many times to himself during the afternoon, but he had not said them, as his brother did, with thankfulness. He did not mean to speak to Fidelia. He told himself that he must not speak; that speaking to her now could do no good--only evil. He wished the day well over, and for the moment he did not care to look beyond it. They all said--"Only another day!" But much, either for good or ill, may happen in one day--even in one moment. And the next day it happened to Fidelia that the knowledge came to her, not of Justin Everett's secret, but of her own. It was nobody's fault, but it was a great misfortune; and it happened in this way. In the afternoon, while the sisters and Mrs Stone were sitting in the porch in the sunshine, Jabez Ainsworth passed in the doctor's chaise, and he stopped to tell them that he was going down to the depot to see about Dr Justin's filly. "Dr Justin will be along in a few minutes riding her. She must be aboard the cars to-night, they say, and I am to stay with her to see that she doesn't get scared or anything. Dr Justin will drive home in the chaise." And Jabez went on. Before a word was spoken Dr Justin came in sight. "Eunice," said Fidelia eagerly, "come down to the gate and see Dolly. She is the most beautiful creature, and gentle as a lamb. She minds Dr Justin's least word." They went down to the gate, and Mrs Stone followed, much interested for various reasons. A beautiful brown creature was Dolly, gentle and full of spirit, with shy, bright eyes, and a mouth which answered to the slightest touch. She was duly praised and petted, and all expressed the hope that she might reach her new home in safety, and be happy there. "You are not in danger of being too late, are you?" asked Mrs Stone, in a tone which might imply that she thought the danger certain. "We don't go to-night--I mean Dolly does not go to-night. Miss Eunice, you promised to give me the address of your friend," said Dr Justin, taking his note-book and pencil from his pocket. He was riding his beautiful mare as he used to ride the horses in the pasture when he was a boy--with a bridle, but with no saddle, and he dropped the rein on the creature's neck as he prepared to write. "There come the cars!" said Mrs Stone in a whisper, and the shriek of the engine rose and echoed and re-echoed among the hills. Neither of the women for months heard the sound without a thrill of pain. For it startled the pretty, gentle creature into terror which the loose rein gave Dr Justin no power for the moment to soothe or to control, and she sprang forward with a bound which, happily, failed to unseat her rider, and was out of sight round the corner of the road in a moment.