"It's Frank Mansfield's voice. Can this be you?"
"It's no one else, auntie," replied Frank, laughing, at the same time closing the door behind him. "I forgot that my face had changed."
"I should have never known you," replied the woman, doubtfully. "She's inside, and expecting you, Frank. But, good gracious me! I don't know whether I'm doing right or wrong to let you meet here so. What a terrible scrape you've got yourself into! We thought you had run away."
"Not yet, auntie, not yet. When I get ready to do such a thing as that I shall let you, my dear old nurse, into the secret first, now you may depend. But where is she? In the little parlor as usual? I'm just dying to hold my darling in my arms again."
The woman threw open a door without a word, displaying a small but neatly furnished room.
"Edna!"
The daughter of Elijah Callister stood before the open grate.
Frank rushed toward her with extended hand.
"My love! my darling!" he cried, impetuously. "Thank God, we are together again!"
The young girl drew back.