The Heiress of Wyvern Court

"Well, dearie, what is it?" she questioned, as the child opened her lips to speak, and said nothing.

"I'm Inna: please may I come in and tell you all about it?" asked the silvery tongue then.

"Yes, of course--that is, if you have anything to tell;" and with this the woman made way for the little girl to pass her, and shut the door.

"This way," she said; and that was to the kitchen.

Such a clean, cheery, comfortable place, with its wood fire filling it with ruddy glow and warmth, which was like a silent welcome.

"Now, who's ill and wants a doctor? Sick folks' messengers shouldn't lag," said the woman, scanning her visitor as they both stood in the firelight glow.

"Oh, nobody is ill; and I only--I mean--I don't know where to begin," was the bewildering answer.

"Well, of course you know what brought you," suggested the other.

"Oh, the train brought