But instead of her own voice she heard that other woman's voice, saying:"Well, I don't know as I _did_ get the name just right. I guess I'llhave to make a little more light inside here," and she went and pushed twoof the shutters ajar.

Then Editha's portlyher exclaimed, in his public will-now-address-a-few-remarkstone: "My name is Balcom, ma'am--Junius H. Balcom, of Balcom's Works,New York; my daughter--"

"0h!" the seated woman broke in, with a powerful voice, the voice thatalways surprised Editha from Gearson's slender frame. "Let me look at you.Stand round where the light can strike on your face," and Editha dumblyobeyed. "So, you're Editha Balcom," she sighed.

"Yes," Editha said, more like a culprit than a comforter.

"What did you come for?" Mrs. Gearson asked.