Ethel's certainty that the accident concerned themselves? In an
agony of apprehension, though without one outward sign of it, she
walked home. They were in the garden--all was apparently as usual,
but no one was in sight. Ethel had been first, but she held back,
and let Miss Winter go forward into the house. The front door was
open--servants were standing about in confusion, and one of the
maids, looking dreadfully frightened, gave a cry, "Oh! Miss--Miss--
have you heard?"

"No--what? What has happened? Not Mrs. May--" exclaimed Miss
Winter.

"Oh, ma'am! it is all of them. The carriage is overturned, and--"

"Who's hurt? Mamma! papa! Oh, tell me!" cried Flora.

"There's nurse," and Ethel flew up to her. "What is it? Oh, nurse!"

"My poor, poor children," said old nurse, passionately kissing Ethel.
Harry and Mary were on the stairs behind her, clinging together.

A stranger looked into the house, followed by Adams, the stableman.
"They are going to bring Miss May in," some one said.

Ethel could bear it no longer. As if she could escape, she fled
upstairs into her room, and, falling on her knees, hid her face on
her bed.

There were heavy steps in the house, then a sound of hasty feet
coming up to her. Norman dashed into the room, and threw himself on