"I judged, from your appearance, that all was not right," she said. "Won't you come in a few moments? I have a little daughter, ill of throat disease, but more comfortable this morning, who is pretty well acquainted with Nattie's ways. She might think of some place that she would be likely to visit, which would not occur to older minds."
"Thank you, madam," said Mr. Stone? "I will come in with pleasure."
Mrs. Hartwell conducted the gentleman into a small, tidy apartment, where a little girl of mild, pleasant face was half sitting, half reclining in a commodious rocking-chair, made comfortable with blankets and pillows.
"This is Nattie Nesmith's brother-in-law, Hattie," said the mother. "He tells me that Nattie has not got home yet. I didn't know but you could think of some place where she might like to go and stay several days. Whom, among her young companions, does Nattie like
