The door leading into the inner sanctum of Mr. Rushton then attracted her attention, and seeing a comfortable chair within, she entered, and sat down.
Redbud uttered a sigh of weariness and relief, and then gazed around her.
The curtain was drawn back from the picture—the child's face was visible.
She went to it, and was lost in contemplation of the bright, pretty face; when, as had happened with Verty, she felt a hand upon her shoulder, and started.
Mr. Rushton stood beside her.
"Well, Miss!" he said, roughly, "what are you doing?"
"Oh, sir!" Redbud replied, "I am sorry I offended you—but I saw this pretty picture, and just come to look at it."
"Humph!" growled the lawyer, "nothing can be kept private here."
And, with a softened expression, he gazed at the picture.
"It is very pretty," said Redbud, gently; "who was she, sir?"