Martha could not have escaped her searching eyes, if she had tried. She met them squarely, and told her untruth as convincingly as if it had been the truth. In the depths of her soul, she "had the faith to believe" it was the truth. "Only, I’m bound to confess, it don’t look like it." "Leave you? Gone to Boston? Not on your life. Miss Katherine’s a _good_ child. Even if she’d got kinda bewizzled-like, an’ started off, meanin’ to go, she wouldn’t ’a’ went. She’d turn back, an’ come home. You can take it from me! I know Miss Katherine." But the hands of the clock had slipped around, and Katherine had not come home. Dr. Driggs dropped in, like the rest of the neighbors, to "inquire." He did not venture inside the sick-room, but when Martha described the situation, Madam Crewe’s hungry longing to keep up until she could see her grandchild, he left something to be administered that, he thought, "might help along, some, maybe." It did. After she had taken it, the wonderful little soul revived amazingly. She beckoned Martha to her with a look, whispering out the difficult syllables, as if on her last breath— "If Katherine shouldn’t come——" "She will come, never fear," Martha reassured her. "I’ve left you—a little keepsake. A thousand dollars.... It’s down ... black-and-white ... in letter to Katherine. Promise ... take some, and go ... with your Sam ... to New York ... alone ... honeymoon." "Certaintly," said Martha, humoring her soothingly, without the slightest suspicion she was listening to anything but the babbling of aged weakness. "Certaintly, ma’am. An’ thank you kindly for the thought. Sam an’ me’ll have the time of our lives." "See ... you do!" ordered the little Madam. The western sky was a blaze of glory when she spoke again. "I’ll meet you ... dearest Daniel ... when the sun goes down!" "What, ma’am?" inquired Martha, instantly on the alert. The lowered lids lifted. The lapsing mind leaped back to consciousness. "Katherine!" "She’ll be here right off. She’s on her way!" An automobile drove up before the house. "Dr. Ballard’s come all the way from Boston to see you, ma’am," Martha said. A moment, and the door opened. A girlish figure flew across the room. "Grandmother! Dear, _dear_ grandmother!" Katherine knelt by the bedside, gathering up the little body in her loving arms. Dr. Ballard bent to lift the tiny wrist. There was a gentle sigh, a flicker of the eyelids. Madam Crewe looked up contentedly, over Katherine’s bowed head, and her eyes fixed themselves full on Martha. The look said, "Slawson, you’re a good woman!" THE END