CHAPTER LXII.
UNDER THE CEDAR.
At last Elizabeth rose, moved noiselessly across the chamber, while Elsie raised her head to look.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"You know," Elizabeth answered.
"You won't—you can't! Oh, wait—wait!"
"And to-morrow have the whole household look on while the work is more thoroughly done!"
"Is there no other way?"
"None. This is the last hope; I shall try it."