Where did she get her finer instincts from? For she had them long ago, only she was afraid to bring them out and have them laughed at. Her little white covered cot at Mrs. Dayton's looked so sweet and wholesome, everything was put in a closet, the table held a few books, a work-basket, often a bowl of flowers. This was all littered up, the candlestick decorated with piles of grease, the faded and worn bed quilt put on awry, shoes here and there, garments hung anywhere, and Fan's dolls and stuff of all kinds in the corner. Of course Jenny's room was more orderly, but it lacked something, the suggestion of refinement. Uncle Jason and Sam had come in, and it seemed as if the kitchen was full. They scrambled round the table, pushing and crowding. "Do keep still, children!" begged their father. "'Reely, you haven't put on a bit of salt. I think every time you forget it I ought to make you eat a spoonful," said her mother. "I haven't any fork!" declared Nathan. "And if we made her eat a fork, it might disagree with her, and we'd have one fork less," commented Sam. "Can't I have a piece of bread and butter? Why can't we have some butter down here?" cried Tom. "I'll spread it for you. Sam, will you please pass me the butter?" said Helen in a quiet tone. "Me too, Helen," entreated Fanny, holding up her piece of bread. "It's so nice to have you again," and 'Reely squeezed Helen's arm. Uncle Jason helped to the meat and potatoes. There was a great clatter of passing plates, and the confusion of several voices at a time. Aunt Jane scolded, then she gave Tom a slap. "There comes Joe and Jen," announced Sam. Jenny left work at four on Saturday and went to the house. Joe was keeping himself, and they had a cup of tea, some bread and butter, cold meat and blackberries together. "How do, Helen. You're a big stranger. Let's sit out on the porch, Joe. I'll bring some sewing." "That's the most industrious girl in the country," said Joe with a laugh. "I shall have to buy goods by the bale to keep her in work." Some way they did get through with the meal, Uncle Jason and Sam first, then one by one straggling out. Helen helped put away the food and said she would wash the dishes, and Aurelia and Fan might dry them. Why couldn't Aunt Jane go out on the porch and take a rest? "I'm tired as a dog. I've gone since half past four this morning. There was so much to do. I declare, Helen, your coming over was just a special providence. When I get hold of you again, I'll see that no one coaxes you away. I was a fool to consent to it. But you'll soon be home now." "Yes, go out and get cooled off and rested."