her manner, the Minister mentioned his name. "I am anxious,"
he said, "to know if the child has been baptized. Perhaps you
can enlighten me?"

Still insolent, Miss Elizabeth Chance shook her head carelessly.
"I never heard--and, to tell you the truth, I never cared to
hear--whether she was christened or not. Call her by what name
you like, I can tell you this--you will find your adopted
daughter a heavy handful."

The Minister turned to me. "What does she mean?"

"I will try to tell you," Miss Chance interposed. "Being
a clergyman, you know who Deborah was? Very well. I am Deborah
now; and _I_ prophesy." She pointed to the child. "Remember what
I say, reverend sir! You will find the tigress-cub take after
its mother."

With those parting words, she favored us with a low curtsey,
and left the room.


CHAPTER VI.

THE DOCTOR DOUBTS.

The Minister looked at me in an absent manner; his attention
seemed to have been wandering. "What was it Miss Chance said?"
he asked.