Her head began to ache, and when that afternoon Paul came in to ask how she was feeling after her bath, he was told that she “wasn’t feeling anyhow and had gone to bed.” This information Miss Hansford gave crispily, and her crispiness continued as Paul expressed his regret and surprise, saying: “She seemed to enjoy it so much, and after the first dip took to the water like a duck. She’ll learn to swim in no time. I hope she’ll be all right to-morrow. I want her to go over to the Tower.” “She won’t go to the Tower, and she won’t go anywhere very soon, let me tell you,” Miss Hansford said, while Paul wondered what had occurred to throw her so far off her equilibrium. “I’m sorry. I hope nothing disagreeable happened to her,” he said. For a minute Miss Hansford was tempted to tell him the truth. Then, changing her mind, she asked if he knew the shops in Boston well. “The stores, I mean, and places where folks go to get things up to date,—where your mother trades, for instance, and people like her.” “Why, yes,” he replied. “There’s Jordan and Marsh, and White’s.” “I know them places. Ain’t there others?” Miss Hansford interrupted. “Certainly. There’s Hollander’s, on Boylston Street,—rather more expensive, I expect.” “I don’t care for expense. I want things that nobody can make fun of,” Miss Hansford interrupted him again, and he continued: “You’ll get them there, and shoes in the same street, and hats. I believe Clarice bought one there, the prettiest she ever had.” “You don’t remember the number, nor name?” Miss Hansford asked. “No, I don’t. I can get it, though, of Clarice,” Paul said. “You needn’t do that. I can inquire. I have a tongue,” Miss Hansford answered, mentally resolving that wherever Clarice had shopped she would shop and so be sure she was right. “Are you thinking of going to Boston?” Paul asked. “Yes. Where does Mrs. Percy put up when she’s there?” “Usually with us, or, if at a hotel, at the Adams House. That’s a good place,” Paul said, while Miss Hansford took mental notes for future use. Something ailed her. Paul could not guess what, and, after a few unsuccessful attempts to bring her to herself, he left, hoping Elithe would change her mind and go to the Tower on the morrow. “I shall call for her,” he said, and the next morning he was at the cottage, which he found closed, with no sign of life about it. “She’s gone to Boston, and won’t be back for some days,” a neighbor called to him from her window, and, feeling disappointed that Elithe was not to have her second lesson in swimming, Paul hailed a passing car and joined Clarice at the Tower. CHAPTER XIX. MISS HANSFORD IN BOSTON. “I want you up early to-morrow morning, for I am going to take the first boat for Boston,” Miss Hansford said to Elithe, when she came down to tea after Paul had left. “To Boston!” Elithe repeated.