"Now, child," said Miss Mehitable coaxingly. "Mrs. Barry's one o' the grandest women in the world. I felt pretty hot myself yesterday--I might as well own it--but that'll all smooth over. She didn't mean a thing except that she was surprised." "We can't blame her for that," returned Geraldine, "but--but--I'm sorry he brought the flowers. I wonder if you couldn't make him understand--very kindly, you know, Miss Upton, that I want to be--just to be forgotten." Miss Upton pursed her lips and her eyes laughed down into the earnest face. "I'm afraid, child, I don't know any language that could make him understand that." Geraldine did not smile. She felt that in those intense hours of yesterday, freed from every convention of earth, they two had lived a lifetime. She would rather dwell on its memory henceforth than run the risk of any more shocks. Peace and forgetfulness. That is what she felt she needed from now on. "He said he was goin' on another kidnappin' errand now," remarked Miss Upton. The girl looked up quickly from her introspection. A startled look sprang into her eyes and she sat up in bed. "Oh, Miss Upton, you know him!" she exclaimed, gazing at her friend. "Does he keep solemn promises?" "I'm sure he does, child. What's the matter now?" "He promised me--oh, he promised me, he wouldn't go back to that farm alone." The girl's eyes filled with tears that overflowed on her suddenly pale cheeks. Miss Mehitable sat down on the edge of the bed and patted her, while Geraldine wiped the drops away with the long sleeve of Charlotte's unbleached nightgown. "Then he won't, dear, don't you worry," she said comfortingly. "Where's that courage you were talkin' about just now?" "That was for myself," said the girl grievously, accepting the handkerchief Miss Upton gave her. "Who else does he want out o' that God-forsaken place?" asked Miss Upton impatiently. "I wish to goodness that boy could stay put somewhere." "It's a servant, a dwarf, a poor little friendless boy who was kind to me there. If it hadn't been for him I shouldn't be here now. I should be dying--there! Mr. Barry is going to get him and bring him away. Oh, why didn't I prevent him!" Geraldine broke down completely, weeping broken-heartedly into the handkerchief. Miss Upton smiled over her head. She knew nothing of Rufus Carder's shot-gun, and she was thinking of Geraldine's earnest request that Ben Barry should forget her. "Now, stop that right away, my child," she said, enjoying herself hugely. She had seen Ben Barry's heart in his eyes as he came walking under the apple blossoms yesterday and this revelation of Geraldine's was most pleasing.