"There was an authoress of the name, my love; but surely she died
before we came to Shortlands?"

"Joseph, how stupid you are! I mean a dear, obsolete creature in the
village. However, it is not the slightest matter whether you remember
her or not. She came here again this morning, and begged of me to
interest myself in the cause of three destitute orphans who lived in a
little house in the village. She spoke most kindly about them, but
said they were a little unfinished, and not, in her opinion, very
capable; but she described them as pretty and young, and, oh, so
appallingly poor! And somehow the good old creature touched my heart,
and I said I would certainly help them. I ordered the carriage and
drove into the village. I expected to see--well, you know, the sort of
girl who is likely to be found in a little village like Rosebury,
Joseph--the awkward and shy young miss. I imagined them as being so
grateful for my notice; indeed, a little overpowered; for, you know, I
don't know the Rosebury folk. Well, my dear, what do you think I
found?"

"It is really difficult to tell, Kate. I should judge, however, from
your excited manner and your unusual enthusiasm, that you found young
ladies."

"Joseph, you are a genius. I did. In the funniest, pokiest, queerest
little house that you can possibly imagine; I discovered three
charming, well-bred girls. The two youngest made friends with me in
their shabby little garden. They greeted me, I assure you, with the
most delightful frankness and ease. I told them who I was, and they
were not the least impressed; on the contrary, the one they called
Jasmine--oh! she is a pretty creature--fancied I was dying for some