Miss Fairbanks laid her hand upon the young girl's shoulder.
"Thank God," she said devoutly; "at last I am praying."
As Faith moved on toward her counter she saw Miss Jones waiting for her. There was something in the girl's manner that struck Faith as unfamiliar.
"Miss Marvin," she said, the moment Faith stepped behind the counter, "I am a rude, treacherous person, and I have wronged you cruelly! Have you the grace in your heart to forgive a traitor?"
Faith grasped her hand, while the tears sprang to her eyes.
"There is nothing to forgive, dear Miss Jones," she said, gently. "We have been sisters from the first, only you did not understand it; but tell me, is it through Miss Fairbanks that you feel so differently?"
"Partly through her and partly through Mag Brady," was the honest answer. "Mag has told me how you talked to her, and she also told me what her husband said, that it was through your influence that he was now willing to own her."
"Did Mr. Denton say that?" asked Faith, speaking slowly.
"He did," said Miss Jones, promptly, "and Mag just blesses you for it."
If Faith had felt one misgiving over that particular action, it vanished now like a bit of vapor.