"No, Agatha, not that," she said earnestly; "you'll see that they will work all the better for this fun--Hark!" There was a sudden and deep silence. 208 was evidently ready with her encore, a surprise to all but the performer. She shook back the hair from her face, raised her eyes, crossed her two hands upon her chest, waited a few seconds until a swift passenger train on the track behind the fence had smothered its roar in the tunnel depths, then began to sing "The Holy City." Even Sister Agatha felt the tears spring as she listened. A switch engine letting off steam drowned the last words, and there was no applause. Flibbertigibbet looked about her inquiringly; but the girls were silent. Such singing appeared to them out of the ordinary--and so unlike 208! It took them a moment to recover from their surprise; they gathered in groups to whisper together concerning the performance. Meanwhile Flibbertigibbet was waiting expectantly. Where was the well earned applause? And she had reserved the best for the last! Ungrateful ones! Her friends in the stone house always praised her when she did her best,--but these girls-- She stamped her foot, then dashed through the broken ranks, making faces as she ran, and crying out in disgust and anger: "Catch me givin' yer any more on-kos, yer stingy things!" and with that she ran into the basement followed by Freckles who was intent upon appeasing her. The two sisters, pacing the dim corridor together after chapel that evening, spoke again of their little wilding. "I didn't finish what I was going to tell you about 208," said Sister Angelica. "I heard the Sister Superior tell Father Honore when he was here the other day that Mr. Van Ostend had been to see her in regard to the child. It seems he has found a place for her in the country with some of his relations, as I understand it. He said his interest in her had been roused when he heard her for the first time on the stage, and that when he found Flibbertigibbet was the little acquaintance his daughter had made, he determined to further the child's interests so far as a home is concerned." "Then there is a prospect of her going," Sister Agatha drew a breath of relief. "Did you hear what Father Honore said?" "Very little; but I noticed he looked pleased, and I heard him say, 'This is working out all right; I'll step across and see Mr. Van Ostend myself.'--I shall miss her so!" Sister Agatha made no reply. Together the two sisters continued to pace the dim corridor, silent each with her thoughts; and, pacing thus, up and down, up and down, the slender, black-robed figures were soon lost in the increasing darkness and became mere neutral outlines as they passed the high bare windows and entered their respective rooms.