"Yes, and I must say I am sorry for the poor little woman," observed Mrs. Challoner. "There is a large family of girls and boys,--I think Mr. Drummond told us he had seven sisters,--and Mattie seems left out in the cold among them all: they laugh at her oddities, and quiz her most unmercifully; even Mr. Drummond does, and Nan scolds him for it; but he has not been so bad lately. It is rather hard that none of them seem to want her." "You forget Grace is very good to her, mother," broke in Phillis, somewhat eagerly. "Mattie always says so." "By the by, I must have a look at this paragon. Is not her name among those in my pocket-book?" returned her cousin, wickedly. "I saw Miss Sartoris at Oldfield that day, and she was too grand for my taste. Why, a fellow would never dare to speak to her. I have scored that one off the list, Phillis." "My dears, what have you been saying to Harry?" "Oh, nothing, mammie," returned Dulce, hastily, fearing her mother would be shocked. "Phillis was only in her nonsense-mood; but Harry is such a goose, and will take things seriously. I wish you would let me have your pocket-book a moment, and I would tear out the page." But Sir Harry returned it safely to his pocket. "What was your other piece of news?" asked Nan, in her quiet voice, when all this chatter had subsided. "Oh, I had almost forgotten it myself! only Miss Middleton charged me to tell you that 'son Hammond' has arrived by the P. and O. Steamer the 'Cerberus,' and that she and her father were just starting for Southampton to meet him." CHAPTER XLII. "COME, NOW, I CALL THAT HARD." Phillis was unusually silent during the remainder of the evening; but, as she bade Nan good-night at the door of her little room, she lingered a moment, shading the flame of her candle with her hand. "Do you think Mattie will bring her sister round to see us, to-morrow?" she asked, in a very low tone. "Oh, yes,--I am sure I hope so," returned Nan, sleepily, not noticing the restrained eagerness of Phillis's manner. "We can hardly call first, under our present circumstances. Mr. Drummond knows that." And Phillis withdrew, as though she were satisfied with the answer. Nothing more was said on the subject; and they settled themselves to their work as usual on the following morning, Dulce chattering and singing snatches of songs,--for she was a most merry little soul,--Nan cheerful and ready for conversation with any one; but Phillis withdrew herself to the farthest window and stitched away in grave silence. And, seeing such was her mood, her sisters wisely forbore to disturb her. At twelve o'clock the gate-bell sounded, and Dulce, who hailed any interruption as a joyful reprieve, announced delightedly that Mattie and a tall young lady were coming up the flagged walk; and in an instant Phillis's work lay untouched on her lap.