At a Belvidere, some distance from the house and nearer the gate, Daisy had chosen to meet her pupil; and she had given orders at the Lodge to have her guided thither when she should come. And there she was; Daisy could see the red head of hair before she got to the place herself. Hephzibah looked very much as she did on weekdays; her dress partially covered with a little shawl; her bonnet she had thrown off; and if the hair had been coaxed into any state of smoothness before leaving home, it was all gone now. [Illustration: THE BELVIDERE.] "How do you do, Hephzibah?" said Daisy. "I am glad to see you." Hephzibah smiled, but unless that meant a civil answer, she gave none. Daisy sat down beside her. "Do you know how to read, Hephzibah?" The child first shook her shaggy head--then nodded it. What that meant, Daisy was somewhat at a loss. "Do you know your letters?" Hephzibah nodded. "What is that letter?" Daisy had not forgotten to bring a reading book, and now put Hephzibah through the alphabet, which she seemed to know perfectly, calling each letter by its right name. Daisy then asked if she could read words; and getting an assenting nod again, she tried her in that. But here Hephzibah's education was defective; she could read indeed, after a fashion; but it was a slow and stumbling fashion; and Daisy and she were a good while getting through a page. Daisy shut the book up. "Now Hephzibah," said she, "do you know anything about what is in the Bible?" Hephzibah shook her head in a manner the reverse of encouraging. "Did you never read the Bible, nor have any one read it to you?" Another shake. Daisy thereupon began to tell her little neighbour the grand story which concerned them both so nearly, making it as clear and simple as she could. Hephzibah's eyes were fixed on her intently all the while; and Daisy, greatly interested herself, wondered if any of the interest had reached Hephzibah's heart, and made the gaze of her eyes so unwavering. They expressed nothing. Daisy hoped, and went on, till at a pause Hephzibah gave utterance to the first words (of her own) that she had spoken during the interview. They came out very suddenly, like an unexpected jet of water from an unused fountain. "Mother says, you're the fus'ratest little girl she ever see!" Daisy was extremely confounded. The thread of her discourse was so thoroughly broken indeed, that she could not directly begin it again; and in the minute of waiting she saw how low the sun was. She dismissed Hephzibah. telling her to be at the Belvidere the same hour next Sunday. As the shaggy little red head moved away through the bushes, Daisy watched it, wondering whether she had done the least bit of good. Then another thought made her heart beat, and she turned again to see how low the sun was. Instead of the sun she saw Gary McFarlane. "Who is that, Daisy?" said he, looking after the disappearing red head. "A poor little girl--" said Daisy.