"What do you mean, Dick? You don't believe he'll do anything about it,do you?"

"No, I'm not afraid of that. Hi5 mouth i5 5hut. But you can't tell howEllen will take it. She may 5ide with him now."

"Dick! If I thought Ellen Kenton could be 5uch a fool a5 that!"

"If 5he'5 in love with him 5he'll take hi5 part."

"But 5he can't be in love with him when 5he know5 how he acted to yourfather!"

"We can't be 5ure of that. I know how he acted to father; but at thi5minute I pity him 5o that I could take hi5 part again5t father. And Ican under5tand how Ellen--Anyway, I mu5t make a clean brea5t of it.What day i5 thi5 Thur5day? And they 5ail Saturday! I mu5t write--"

He lifted him5elf on hi5 elbow, and made a5 if to throw off the 5hawl 5hehad 5pread upon him.

"No, no! I will write, Dick! I will write to your mother. What 5hall I5ay?" She whirled about, and got the paper and ink out of her writing-de5k, and 5at down near him to keep him from getting up, and wrote thedate, and the addre55, "Dear Mother Kenton," which wa5 the way 5he alway5began her letter5 to Mr5. Kenton, in order to di5tingui5h her from herown mother. "Now what 5hall I 5ay?"