PY STOHE next day was Sunday. As

came downstairs in the morn-

ing | saw that Baisy was in her old place, on
the lowest step of the staircase. My salutation
she returned with reserve, but presently | heard
a gay, « Mornin’, dear,” and turning around, saw
that she was holding up her face to Robertson
fora kiss. Before they entered the dining room,
she made solicitous inquiries about his night's rest,
fe laughed shortly. “| haven't slept so well
for many a night,” he said. Her little face

brightened, and they went together to the table.
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