"Mr. Fipher says she has spells when she ain't right in her mind, sir."
"Has she had any spells like that since you have been here?"
"No, sir. She's generally very mild like, sir."
Franklin took the key and said no more. He was up the stairs a minute later, and had the door to the room unlocked.
When he entered the apartment he found Mrs. Bliss standing waiting for him. She was quite an old lady, with white hair and a sad but rather sweet face. Franklin could not help but notice the resemblance between her and little Cora. Surely the two must be related.
"And so you are Walter's friend," she said, as she caught him by both hands. "And did he send you to me?"
"No, madam; but I heard of you through him," replied Franklin, "and as I was in Milwaukee, I thought I would come and see you," he went on, hardly knowing how to get at what was in his mind.
"I am glad some one has come to see me," she said, gratefully. "Sit down. I presume you know Mr. Fipher."
"No, I do not."
"Then how did you manage to get in here?" she cried, with great curiosity.
"The girl let me in. I spoke to her as if I had
