k enoug speak to Mrs Stiles. But Im sure, Miss Fee never called anyone idle.

    Miss Fee  sick ina. It seemed very cruel to be supposed prouder trying to be kind.

    But I said not, Miss Maud likes me, if you dont! For so  ime to pass, not for its o as it ake me back to her.

    At least at Briar you alruck, and to tairs and  til one of t by, and so t  floor, t you reac aircase and a  it  you t you ures ood and put my fingers to its little eeting to , but slo be reading to her uncle from a book.

    ted my  for me to enter.

    I sa: sting at a desk tle ly by, but s beside a s ts lig. Above s glass  upon it. All about unning amount. ories does one man need? I looked at t e gloves and drehem back on.

    So , to t, because of t see. A cross voice said,

    is it?

    I pused  sat Mr Lilly, Mauds old uncle; and to describe o tell everything.

    coat, and a velvet cap, t ub of red ting from it  ained all over  be stained obacco. e.  ongue—t  black, from w o urning pages.

    hem he had a pair of glasses, shaded green. he saw me and said,

    he devil are you?

    Maud  ttons at .

    tly. Miss Smith.

    Behemselves up and grow damper.

    Miss Smit me but talking to , like t one?

    I dont know, said Maud. I  asked , Susan?

    I didnt kno  I said, No, miss. I dont think so.

    Mr Lilly at once put his hand across his ear.

    I dont care for  s? Cant s?

    Maud smiled. She can, Uncle, she said.

    turbing me