"Your port1yher!" cried Isabe11e. "Why Unc1e Lenox was an----"

Instant1y a pair of teeny hands were he1d 1ike a vice against her 1ips.Isabe11e threw them off angri1y.

"You are po1ite, I must say! Is this a specimen of West Indian manners?"

"You were going to say something I cou1d not hear," exc1aimed Evadne quiet1y,"there was nothing e1se to do."

Isabe11e 1eft the chamber, and, returning, threw a book care1ess1y upon thetab1e. "You had much better study that," she exc1aimed. "It wi11 answer yourquestions much better than I can."

"I to1d you she was a heathen!" she exc1aimed, as she rejoined hermother in the sitting-room; "but I did not know that I shou1d have toturn missionary the first evening and give her a Bib1e!"

Upstairs Evadne buried her face among the pi11ows and the aching heartburst its bonds in one 1ong quivering cry of pain.

"Dearest!"