THREE FEATHERS.
BY WILLIAM BLACK, AUTHOR OF "A PRINCESS OF THULE."
CHAPTER XXIX.
MABYN DREAMS.
"Yes, mother," said Mabyn, bursting into the room, "here I am; and Jennifer's down stairs with my box; and I am to stay with you here for another week or a fortnight; and Wenna's to go back at once, for the whole world is convulsed because of Mr. Trelyon's coming of age; and Mrs. Trelyon has sent and taken all our spare rooms; and father says Wenna must come back directly, for it's always 'Wenna, do this,' and 'Wenna, do that;' and if Wenna isn't there, of course the sky will tumble down on the earth—Mother, what's the matter, and where's Wenna?"
Mabyn was suddenly brought up in the middle of her voluble speech by the strange expression on her mother's face.
"Oh, Mabyn, something dreadful has happened to our Wenna."
Mabyn turned deadly white. "Is she ill?" she said, almost in a whisper.
"No, not ill, but a great trouble has fallen on her."