“Yes—yes; I am no baby. Tell me your plan, Otho.
“There is no danger for us, I am sure,” he repeated reassuringly to himself; then in low, whispered words he told her his story.
CHAPTER XLIV.
BUT ONE CHANCE IN A HUNDRED.
But we must turn our attention from other interests for awhile to follow the fortunes of our unhappy heroine, lovely Floy.
How sadly her fortunes had altered since we first saw her flashing through the streets of Mount Vernon on her bicycle, a vision of beauty, light of heart, and careless as a joyous little humming-bird!
Love and sorrow had come to her as it comes to many, hand in hand, saddening her heart and changing her life.
Her life in those weeks with Alva had been widened in its scope. The clever and intelligent Alva had taught her many things.
Bitterest of all, she had learned how wide was the gulf of pride that yawned between her, a simple poor girl, and the heir of the Beresfords.
Self-exiled in her pride and poverty, she stole away from her luxuriant home that summer night, her blue eyes blinded by heavy tears, her heart aching in its desolation, yet with no thought of turning back from the conflict that lay before her in the struggle for existence.