"You will see him if you stay here much longer," replied Miss Ferrol. "It is quite likely he will come to Oakvale." For a moment Louisiana fluttered and turned pale with pleasure, but as suddenly she drooped. "I forgot," she faltered. "You will have to be with him always, and I shall have no one. He won't want me." Olivia sat and looked at her with deepening interest. She was thinking again of a certain whimsical idea which had beset her several times since she had attired her _protégée_ in the cream-colored robe. "Louise," she said, in a low, mysterious tone, "how would you like to wear dresses like mine all the rest of the time you are here?" The child stared at her blankly. "I haven't got any," she gasped. "No," said Miss Ferrol, with deliberation, "but _I_ have." She rose from her seat, dropping her mysterious air and smiling encouragingly. "Come with me to my room," she said. "I want to talk to you." If she had ordered her to follow her to the stake it is not at all unlikely that Louisiana would have obeyed. She got up meekly, smiling, too, and feeling sure something very interesting was going to happen. She did not understand in the least, but she was quite tractable. And after they had reached the room and shut themselves in, she found that it _was_ something very interesting which was to happen. "You remember what I said to you this morning?" Miss Ferrol suggested. "You said so many things." "Oh, but you cannot have forgotten this particular thing. I said you looked as if you had been born in New York." Louisiana remembered with a glow of rapture. "Oh, yes," she answered. "And I said Laurence himself would not know, if he was not told, that you had lived all your life here."' "Yes." "And I said I should like to try you on him." "Yes." Miss Ferrol kept her eyes fixed on her and watched her closely. "I have been thinking of it all the morning," she added. "I should like to try you on him." Louisiana was silent a moment. Then she spoke, hesitatingly: "Do you mean that I should pretend----," she began. "Oh, no," interrupted Miss Ferrol. "Not pretend either one thing or the other. Only let me dress you as I choose, and then take care that you say nothing whatever about your past life. You will have to be rather quiet, perhaps, and let him talk. He will like that, of course--men always do--and then you will learn a great many things from him." "It will be--a very strange thing to do," said Louisiana. "It will be a very interesting thing," answered Olivia, her enthusiasm increasing. "How he will admire you!" Louisiana indulged in one of her blushes. "Have you a picture of him?" "Yes. Why?" she asked, in some surprise. "Because I should like to see his face." "Do you think," Miss Ferrol said, in further bewilderment, "that you might not like him?" "I think he might not like me." "Not like you!" cried Miss Ferrol. "You! He will think you are divine--when you are dressed as I shall dress you."