“And now do you think you could carry it to somebody way down under the apple-tree that you can just see the top of from here?”
“Surely I could,” her pretty face glowing with the pleasure of the errand, “but I should like to know who the somebody is.”
“Of course you would. Well, it's the gentleman, Mr. Morris, who met with the accident, and who's been staying with us these six weeks.”
“Oh, all right, then,” and Marie-Celeste tripped away, at the same time taking care not to stumble, to the apple-tree down in the meadow. But since this chapter is growing rather long, and you have already surmised what it was that Marie-Celeste discovered, it may be as well to stop a moment, draw a long breath, and take another chapter to tell about it.
CHAPTER XVII.—INTO TED'S CONFIDENCE.
