“It looks like Pequot, and some like Patagonian,” Rose said, deciding at last that it was _paragon_, and adding by way of an explanation to herself of Annie’s evident surprise, “you did not like the idea of his calling you a Pequot, did you Annie? It wouldn’t have meant anything if he had, and it was natural that I should make the blunder, for that’s the name he gave the young girl at the Pequot House,—the one he liked, and to whom he passed himself off as Dick Lee. You remember I told you about her.” “Yes, I remember,” and Annie’s voice was a little husky—“the little girl who was not happy with her aunt, and so listened the more willingly to the boy’s kind winning words.” Annie did not know why she said that, unless it were wrung from her by some sudden and bitter memory of what had been a bright sun-spot in her cheerless childhood. When the Pequot girl was mentioned in her presence once before, she had gathered that it was mostly Mrs. Carleton’s pride which had taken the boy away from any more rambles on the beach or moonlight sails upon the bay, and perhaps it was a desire to defend and excuse the girl which prompted her to advance a reason why Dick Lee’s attentions had been so acceptable. She would have given much to recall her words, which made Mrs. Carleton dart a quick, curious glance at her, while Rose exclaimed: “How do you know she was not happy with her aunt? Did Jimmie ever tell you about her?” “Never,” Annie replied, feeling glad that a servant appeared just at that moment, telling Rose a little girl was in the kitchen asking to see her. It was a daughter of one of the soldiers whose mother was sick and had sent to Mrs. Mather for some little delicacy. Such calls were frequent at the Mather house, for the soldiers did not receive their pay regularly, and there was much destitution among their families, who, but for Rose’s liberality, would have suffered far more than they did. As freely as water, her money was used to relieve their wants, and now, forgetting Jimmie and his Pequot, she entered at once into the little girl’s story, and when told that the sick woman had expressed a wish to see her she said, “I’ll go now; there’s Jake just come in. I’ll have him harness the horses and take you home. It must be a mile or more to your house.”