"I WOULD NOT HAVE YOU ANYTHING BUT PRETTY."
"But what will you do after you give it to her?" cried Adele. "You musn't come back to the house, Bee. You might bring the small pox to me."
"And to father," spoke Bee perplexed. Then she brightened. "Adele, do you know the old fishermen's hut near the river?"
"Yes."
"Go home; get a pillow and some covers; then fix up something for me to eat as we did for Rachel. When I get through here I'll go there to stay. If I have the small pox neither you nor father can take it then."
"But, but," protested Adele.
"Do just as I tell you, Adele. That's the only way to manage it. Hurry up, so you will be away from the hut before I come. Will you be quick?"
"Yes;" promised Adele.
"Good-bye!" Bee kissed her again. "If, if I should take the small pox you'll be good to father, Adele?"
"Yes, yes," sobbed Adele.
"Good-bye," said Bee again, and turning went quickly toward the cabin.
Adele watched her as if fascinated; and then, as Bee opened the door and went in, she turned and ran away as fast as her legs could carry her.