"That he should take it himself"--putting her hands over her face to hide the tears. "What else?" "That you were not suitable." "And what else? Why was I not suitable?" But Bessie could not answer for crying. "Tell me this"--and Phebe's voice was very strained--"was it because my husband had left me?" Bessie looked up at her with her tear-stained face; words would not come, but a little nod told all that was needed. The blow Phebe had feared so long had come. It was a fact, then, that her good name was tarnished. She went over to the fire, standing with her back to Bessie, to try to calm herself, to pray for strength to bear such a cruel blow. The sound of Bessie's sobbing was very painful to hear, but at last the girl roused herself, and coming and standing by Phebe she whispered, "I would have given anything to have kept it from you. You do believe me, don't you?" "Of course I do. Do not fret, dear; all will come right"--her breath was caught--"in time." "To think that I should have brought this on you." "But you did not--it is better for me to know how--people regard me. Now, go home, dear, and do what you have to do. I shall be feeling all right in the morning." It was a comfort when Phebe reached her own room to be alone, save for the sleeping child--and the unseen angels. And Bessie, too, was glad to be alone. She was thankful the whole affair had come out, having felt assured it was bound to do so, but her whole being was filled with indignation at the thought of the indignity her friend had been made to suffer. "If only I had never asked her till it was all settled it wouldn't have been so bad! What can I tell the girls? _I_ shan't let out all the reason, but _he_ will, I dare say. Wish I could be upsides down with him, that I do! What a mess I do make of everything, to be sure. If mother knew she'd say it was just like me. I feel perfectly wretched. I wonder how I could pay that man out for his meanness!" And then another bright idea struck Neighbour Bessie, and by the time she had worked her plan out she was fast asleep. The next day, during the minutes she could snatch from work, twenty dainty little notes were written, addressed to the twenty girls who had signed the petition. Each was supposed to be a private note, inviting the receiver to accompany Bessie next Sunday afternoon to some special meeting going on in the town, and to meet her at 2.45 by the market-pump. Not being very flush with pocket-money--she never was--the notes could not be posted, but during the next three evenings were all delivered by hand. Twelve favourable replies were received, some of the girls expressing appreciation of this marked token of Bessie's favour, Bessie being really a very popular member; four declined on the plea of colds or previous engagements; and four were blanks, but Bessie found out, in some way or other, that these were away from home.