of her hostess. Nothing, however, could be more
gracious than the close attention which the young
girl gave Mrs. Cavendish's every word when the
talk was again directed to her, bending her pretty
head and laughing at the right time--a courtesy
which so charmed the dear lady that she insisted on
giving first Lucy, and then Jane, a bunch of roses
from her "own favorite bush" before the two girls
took their leave.

With these evidences of her delight made clear,
Lucy pushed Rex from her side--he had become presuming
and had left the imprint of his dusty paw
upon her spotless frock--and with the remark that
she had other visits to pay, her only regret being
that this one was so short, she got up from her seat
on the step, called Meg, and stood waiting for Jane
with some slight impatience in her manner.

Jane immediately rose from her chair. She had
been greatly pleaded at the impression Lucy had
made. Her manner, her courtesy, her respect for
the older woman, her humoring her whims, show
her to be the daughter of a Cobden. As to her own
place during the visit, she had never given it a
thought. She would always be willing to act as
foil to her accomplished, brilliant sister if by so
doing she could make other people love Lucy the
more.