"She will try, though. You might give them to Mr. Settson, only he is not at home. I believe the better way will be to leave them with Mr. Fabian, at the bank. I could make an errand for you there, and give you a note to Mr. Fabian. And yet you ought not to walk into town carrying such a treasure, either. Let me think a little. Here, quick, child, let me put them in my desk. I hear Priscilla coming." Miss Priscilla came in, evidently in a great fume. "Druey, I want you to go to town," was her salutation. "What now?" asked Miss Druett, with her usual coolness. "That man Anderson was to have been here day before yesterday, to pay his interest, and he hasn't come. I want you to go and see about it." "I can't possibly go to-day. What does it signify? I dare say he will be here to-morrow. He is always pretty punctual." "But I want the money." "Nonsense; you are not suffering for it." "But I want it," said Miss Priscilla, fretfully; "and you don't know whether I am suffering or not." "I know I am," said Miss Druett. "I had earache all night, and if I should ride to town in this wind, I should have it for a month." "You can wrap your head up," pleaded Miss Priscilla. "Come, Druey, do; just to oblige me." "I would if I could, Priscilla. I want to go myself, but I am not able. Why not let the child go?" "The child, indeed! What good can she do?" "She can carry a note as well as I, and do my errand at the same time. Let her take the pony. You don't mind, do you, Calista?" "No, I should like it," said Calista. Miss Priscilla grumbled and complained, but finally decided that Calista might do the errand, if she would be careful and not drive the pony too fast. "I should like to see myself doing it," said Calista, laughing in spite of her trouble. "Never fear, aunt; Jeff and I are old friends. I will run and tell David to get up the chaise." "He knows about it already," said Miss Priscilla. "I counted on Druey's going, but she thinks so much of her precious ears." "They are all I have, you see, and I might not find another pair to fit me," said Miss Druett. "Never mind, Priscilla, the child will do the errand just as well. Come to me when you are ready." Calista dressed herself as neatly as she could, and it was with a mingled feeling of pain and pleasure that she hung over her arm a long, soft, gray cloth cloak, which she had found among her mother's things. Miss Druett noticed it as soon as she entered the room. "That is a very nice, pretty cloak; was it in the trunk?" "Yes, ma'am. The air is so damp and chilly that I knew I should need something, and my old shawl is all in holes. I thought perhaps mother would like to have me use it." "No doubt she would like to have you use all the things. Be careful of them, that is all. And, by the way, stop at Mrs. Dare's and see when she can fit your frocks."