other people find it out, and I'm not going to give anybody that knows me a chance to find out now. You see, I've been afraid of this so long that I've had time to make my plans and to save up money a little. Before I came here I gave up my place and told folks I was going to join Mr. Blake; so I'll not go back. I'll go to New York and get work there." Charlotte looked at her keenly. "I suppose you're depending on Mr. Blake to help you?" she said. Again the color sprang into Nettie's face. "Oh no, ma'am," she answered. "I couldn't let him help me now. I did wrong to live with him, but I didn't know he was married, so I don't feel like one of that kind of women; but if I was to take money from him now, I--I shouldn't feel that I was raising my child honest." Charlotte lifted her baby so that it hid her face. "For him to help you would only be right," she said, from its shelter. "He owes you--money, at least." The other shook her head. "I couldn't bear it," she said, chokingly. "Oh, you can't understand--nobody could understand unless she'd been through what I have, being left before my baby came, and having people ask me close questions, and then, little by little, losing my own faith. You can't see why, but if I was to take money from him now, it would make me feel my shame, and I don't want to,--I want to feel honest." Charlotte lowered Hope to her knee. "Perhaps I can understand that--in a way," she said, with twitching lips. Nettie looked into her face with a helpless, childish perception of the suffering shown in its drawn lines. "You're so good to me--I believe you feel 'most as bad as I do," she declared; "and if I were you, I wouldn't say a word to anybody about my having been here. Nobody knows it. I didn't have to ask my way. There aren't many women would treat me the way you do, and I won't stay here any longer making you feel bad." She rose, still holding her heavy child in her arms. "There isn't anything more we've got to say to each other, is there?" she asked. "Wait a moment," Charlotte said. She, too, rose, and as she stood looking at the other woman, so much smaller, so much weaker, so blindly trustful, and so patient, her heart, which had sunk in shame, rose suddenly in pity; at that moment if she had opened her lips the truth would have escaped from them, but her stubborn will held her lips closed. Nettie eyed her with troubled uncertainty, but after a moment moved towards the door.