A slight movement at the bed made her look round. Miss Priscilla was regarding her with a look of intelligence and full of wonder. Calista felt the need of perfect calmness, but her heart beat fast as she bent over her aunt. "Calista! It is Calista, isn't it?" "Yes, Aunt Priscy. Are you better? Do you want anything?" She waited in a kind of awe for her aunt's first words, anti when they came, she almost laughed aloud in the sudden revulsion of feeling. "Calista, who is frying oysters?" "Chloe, aunt. Mrs. Fabian sent some." "Chloe!" in a tone of surprise. Then, as memory came slowly back, "But how did you come here?" "I came to take care of you, Aunt Priscy." "But you must not stay!" said Miss Priscilla, in a low tone of abject terror. "They will come back and kill you, and give me more of that dreadful medicine. Oh, Calista, I haven't been good to you, but can't you get me away from them? Can't you?" "You need have no more fear of those wretches, Aunt Priscy," said Calista, trembling between fear and excitement. "They are all safe in Cohansey jail." "All! What, Jael too?" "Yes, all; and you have no more to fear from them. Aunt Betsy and myself are taking care of you; and Chloe has come back to do the work." "But how was it? And, where am I?" asked Miss Priscy, bewildered. "This is not my room; this is Druey's!" "We moved you in here to have your room and bed cleaned, Aunt Priscy. Don't you like it?" "Yes, it is all very nice; and you are a good girl to come back—a very good girl. You won't leave me, will you?" "No, indeed, aunt," said Calista, trying to steady her voice. "You know I would not have gone if I could have helped it." "I know! But my mind is confused," said the poor lady. "Are you sure those people are gone?" "Quite sure, aunt. Did they use you badly?" "They beat me and starved me to make me tell where my father's money was hid, and when I said I didn't know, they gave me horrible stuff. It made me crazy." "But you are better now," said Calista. "Yes; I am not crazy now. Calista, I want to see Mr. Settson. Send for him." "Yes, we'll send for him right away," said Miss Betsy, who had entered the room unperceived; "but thee mustn't talk any more now. Calista, go to thy supper, and tell John Davis to go for Mr. Settson— "And the doctor," she added, following her to the door. "I mistrust she will not last long now she has come to herself." Calista returned to kiss her aunt, and Miss Priscy held her with her thin hand and looked wistfully at her. "I should like a nice fresh raw oyster," she said. "Could I have one?" "Yes, yes, dear; you shall have what you want," said Calista, unable to keep back her tears at the changed tone and manner; "shall she not, Aunt Betsy?" "Yes, an oyster is just the thing; but let Calista go now." "And, Calista, tell Chloe not to use butter to fry with. It is extravagant, and lard is just as good." "I will, aunt." And Calista finally escaped.