"Why should you, Wesden, when it's made our girl a lady--fit for any station in the world." "But this perhaps," says Mr. Wesden, thoughtfully; "and this can't matter, now we----" He does not finish the sentence, but takes his pipe down from the mantel-piece, and proceeds to fill it in a mechanical fashion. Mrs. Wesden looks at him quietly--her lord and husband never smokes before supper, without his mind is disturbed--the action reminds his wife that the supper hour is drawing near, and that nothing is prepared for Harriet's arrival. "She will come home tired and hungry--oh! dear me--and nothing ready, perhaps." "I'll help Ann directly," says Mattie. The needle that has been plying all the time--that did not cease when Mattie attempted consolation--is stuck in the dress she is hemming; the work is rolled rapidly into a bundle; the light figure flits about the room, clears the table, darts down-stairs into the kitchen; presently appears with Ann Packet, maid-of-all-work, lays the cloth, sets knives and forks and plates; varies proceedings by attending to customers in the shop--Mattie's task more often, now Mr. Wesden's back has lost its flexibility--flits back again to the task of preparing supper in the parlour. With her work less upon her mind, Mattie launches into small talk--her tongue rattles along with a rapidity only equal to her needle. She is in high spirits to-night, and talks more than usual, or else that loquacity for which a Mrs. Watts rebuked her once, has known no diminution with expanding years. "We shall have her in a few more minutes, mistress," she says, addressing the feeble old woman in the chair; "just as if she'd never been away from us--bless her pretty face!--and it was twelve days, rather than twelve months, since we all said good-bye to her. She left you on a sick bed, Mrs. Wesden, and she comes back to find you well and strong again--to find home just as it should be--everything going on well, and everybody--oh! so happy!" "And to find you, Mattie--what?" asks Mr. Wesden, in his quiet way. "To find me very happy, too--happy in having improved in my scholarship, such as it is, sir--happy with you two friends, to whom I owe--oh! more than I ever can think about, or be grateful enough for," she adds with an impetuosity that leads her to rush at the quiet man and kiss him on the forehead. "We're square, Mattie--we're perfectly square now," he replies, settling his silver-rimmed spectacles more securely on his nose. "Oh! that is very likely," is the sharp response. "You nursed the old lady like a daughter--you saved her somehow. If it hadn't been for you----" "She would have been well weeks before, only I was such a restless girl, and wouldn't let her be quiet," laughs Mattie.