"Norman," said Madeline suddenly, "I should like to see Old Meg before leaving Hishu. Will you go with me?"
"Yes, Madeline," was the reply, "if you wish it. But I should think you had seen enough of that woman."
"I have, Norman. But there is a reason. We have time to go, have we not?"
"Certainly. We shall make time, especially for you."
Donnie was delighted with the walk along the trail, and his little tongue kept up an incessant chatter as he trotted by Madeline's side. Reaching Old Meg's cabin Grey knocked upon the door. Receiving no answer, he pushed it open and entered. All was silent within the building, and Madeline wondered what had become of the old woman. She looked first into the kitchen, then into her own room. Next she softly and timidly opened the door of Old Meg's private room. As she did so, a cry of fear fell from her lips, which caused Grey to spring quickly to her side. There, lying upon the bed, they saw her, with eyes staring wildly before her. Her features were contorted with agony, while her hands clutched convulsively the worn grey blankets.
"Meg, Meg!" cried Madeline, rushing to her side. "What is the matter?"
The sufferer rolled her eyes, and fixed them upon the young woman's face.
"You here?" she replied. "Do you come to mock me?"
"No, no. I only came to see you before going away."
"And so you're going?"