So the unique lessons continued, and Peace almost forgot at times that she was a prisoner unable to romp and play in the sunshiny out-of-doors which she loved so well. She even whistled occasionally when the play was most interesting; and the members of the household, watching so anxiously over their idol, rejoiced that the color still bloomed in the round cheeks, and the merry sparkle so often danced in the big brown eyes.
CHAPTER IV
PEACE LEARNS THE BITTER TRUTH
The school year came to a close, the days grew hotter, the nights brought no relief, and Dr. Coates, still a daily visitor at the big house, began to look grave again.
"What is it?" asked the President, feeling intuitively that something was wrong. "She is not doing as well?"
"No." The old doctor shook his head.
"The heat?"
"Possibly,—possibly. But she had stopped mending before the hot wave struck us."