"There is no harm in it," said Philly.

CHAPTER III

"Somebody making herb tea and
stealing my business?" said William
King, in his kindly voice; he had
called to see old Hannah, who had
been laid up for a day or two, and he
stopped at the kitchen door to look
in. Henry Roberts, coming from the
sitting-room to join him, asked his
question, too:

"What is this smell of herbs, Philippa?
Are you making a drink for Hannah?"
"Oh no, father," Philly said, briefly,
her face very pink.

William King sniffed and laughed.
"Ah, I see you don't give away your
secrets to a rival," he said; and added,
pleasantly, "but don't give your tea
to Hannah without telling me what
it is."

Miss Philippa said, dutifully, "Oh no,
sir." But she did not tell him what
the "tea" was, and certainly she offered