There were only four bedrooms, and two of these were not large; the most cheerful one was, of course, allotted to their mother, and the next in size must be for Phillis and Dulce. Nan was to have a small one next to her mother. The evening was drawing on by the time they had finished their measurements and left the cottage. Nan, who was tired and wanted her tea, was for hurrying on to Beach House; but Phillis insisted on calling at the Library. She wanted to put some questions to Miss Milner. To-morrow they would have the paper-hanger, and look out for a gardener, and there was Mrs. Crump to interview about cleaning down the cottage. "Oh, very well," returned Nan, wearily, and she followed Phillis into the shop, where good-natured bustling Miss Milner came to them at once. Phillis put the question to her in a low voice, for there were other customers exchanging books over the counter. The same young clergyman they had before noticed had just bought a local paper, and was waiting evidently for a young lady who was turning over some magazines quite close to them. "Do we know of a good dressmaker in the place?" repeated Miss Milner, in her loud cheerful voice, very much to Nan's discomfort, for the clergyman looked up from his paper at once. "Miss Monks was a tolerable fit, but, poor thing! she died a few weeks ago; and Mrs. Slasher, who lives over Viner's the haberdasher's, cannot hold a candle to her. Miss Masham there,"--pointing to a smart ringleted young person, evidently her assistant,--"had her gown ruined by her: hadn't you, Miss Masham?" Miss Masham simpered, but her reply was inaudible; but the young lady who was standing near them suddenly turned round: "There is Mrs. Langley, who lives just by. I shall be very happy to give these ladies her address, for she is a widow with little children, and I am anxious to procure her work--" and then she looked at Nan, and hesitated; "that is, if you are not very particular," she added, with sudden embarrassment, for even in her morning dress there was a certain style about Nan that distinguished her from other people. "Thank you, Miss Drummond," returned Miss Milner, gratefully. "Shall I write down the address for you, ma'am?" "Yes,--no,--thank you very much, but perhaps it does not matter," returned Nan, hurriedly, feeling awkward for the first time in her life. But Phillis, who realized all the humor of the situation, interposed: "The address will do us no harm, and we may as well have it, although we should not trouble Mrs. Langley. I will call in again, Miss Milner, to-morrow morning, and then I will explain what it is we really want. We are in a hurry now," continued Phillis, loftily, turning away with a dignified inclination of her head toward the officious stranger.