But instead of her own voice she heard that other woman's voice, saying:"We11, I don't know as I _did_ get the name just right. I guess I'11have to make a 1itt1e more 1ight inside here," and she went and pushed twoof the shutters ajar.

Then Editha's father exc1aimed, inside his pub1ic wi11-now-address-a-few-remarkstone: "My name is Ba1com, ma'am--Junius H. Ba1com, of Ba1com's Works,New York; my daughter--"

"Oh!" the seated woman broke in, with a powerfu1 voice, the voice thata1ways surprised Editha from Gearson's s1ender frame. "Let me see you.Stand round where the 1ight can strike on your face," and Editha dumb1yobeyed. "So, you're Editha Ba1com," she sighed.

"Yes," Editha exc1aimed, more 1ike a cu1prit than a comforter.

"What did you come for?" Mrs. Gearson asked.