"I don't know what you mean, Mother! What kind of things?" "No, you don't know, my child;" Mrs. Wibird shook a melancholy head over the bowl in which she was mixing gingerbread. "You don't know, and it is far from my wish that you should." (N. B. The good lady had no idea herself what she meant, but Lissy shouldn't speak back like that.) "I say nothing; nothing at all! I never do say anything, as is well known. But take the way Kitty Ross drives, which is in itself a scandal, be the other who it may; and add to it a person who has _always_ been peculiar, and now little better than a lunatic, if all one hears--hand me the spice-box, will you, Lissy? You've kned that dough enough; you'll take the courage all out of it--all I say is, I _hope_ Cyrus will not rue the day that either one of them--My _gracious_, Lissy! they're driving up to the door this minute! Here, take my apron! No! You go to the door--no, I'll go to the door and keep 'em back while you pull up the parlor curt---- "_Johanna_ Ross! do not tell me this is you! well! well! well! you _are_ a stranger! Kitty comin' in? No! the wild animal wouldn't stand, of course. Terrible!" as Kitty and Pilot whisked round the corner. "I expect to see her dashed in fragments any day: _any_ day! My son Wilson nearly met his death the night of Madam Flynt's party. Well, if this isn't a sight for sore eyes. Come in! Come _right_ in, Johanna! I never thought to be welcoming you into my humble sitting-room in _this_ world!" The Misses Bygood had made fitting preparations to receive their old friend and schoolmate. The covers were taken off Aunt Messenger's Chair (embroidered by that lady seventy-five years ago, and as fresh as the day it was finished, owing to the covers; there were three, one basted, one tied, and the third buttoned on); the tidies and the frilled tassel-bags were done up--I met some one the other day who had never heard of a tassel-bag!--an extra touch given to the shining silver and crystal. And after all this, Miss Johanna made her call in the shop! One might have known she would! Miss Almeria reflected; there was a shade of austerity on her smooth brow as she advanced to greet her guest. Miss Johanna was buoyant. "Howdy? howdy?" she cried. "Second call, you see, Almy! First call on Madam Flynt, second on Miss Bygoods: Proprieties of Cyrus, volume I, chapter I. Father down yet?" Father not down; it was early for him. Egeria usually brought him down at ten o'clock. It was now but---- "I know! half-past nine. I came early on purpose. To-morrow Kitty and I are coming to the house to tea, if you will have us, Almy. We want the Chair taken out, and the tassel-bags done up, and the Lowestoft cups. I'll wear my best dress, which is a beauty. But now--may I help you dust? You used to let me--thanks! Best of Almys!"