MILDRED CONFESSES ALL TO MISS JENNER.
"Miss Jenner," she said, softly, "do you know all about it?"
"Yes," said Miss Jenner, smiling.
"And are they going to take me to court?"
"No," answered the elder lady, emphatically.
"But why not?" Milly persisted. "They said I stole that money."
"And I said you didn't," retorted Miss Jenner. "You let it all out in your fever, my dear. I think I understand it all."
"And you know—" faltered Mildred.
Miss Jenner smiled.
"Just see if I don't know," she said. "One evening a precious old humbug calling herself Widow Robbins came here to find you, and try and get out of you what you owed her—you did owe it, Milly—and my boy Roger was standing behind one of the trees, and heard the conversation; so he knew you were very badly off for twenty-two dollars, and as soon as he could scrape it together, what does he do but send it to you in a private note, saying you can pay it back to him when you like."