Then old Nana went on to say, "This afternoon, Miss Bess went out with Liza after you left, and as they comed in they was whispering together. I don't hold with slyness," and old Nana pursed up her mouth, and I felt, as the French say, that Liza would have at some future time a bad quarter of an hour, and that a storm was brewing in the domestic cup. I didn't, however, ask for an explanation, but waited for the morrow to reveal the acts of to-day. I walked downstairs and sat down before my writing-table, and wrote a long letter to a sister. What a comfortable relationship is that of a sister, a very armchair of affection, for with a sister no explanations are necessary. Then there is nothing too small to tell a sister. Worries, pleasures, little heartaches, all may find their way on paper, and not appear foolish or ill-placed. So I wrote away gaily, a little about flowers, books, garden, embroidery, cuisine, a little domestic worry, and I wound up with a quotation. As I was folding up my letter, I suddenly heard a knock at the door. "Come in," I cried, and I saw Liza at the door, candle in hand. "Miss Bess is all right?" "Oh yes, mam; but I thought I should like you to know----" Then Liza went on to say that nurse had taken on terribly, and was all of a stew because she had let Miss Bess spend her money as she had wished this afternoon. "Miss Bess," continued Eliza, "would have it so, and wouldn't take no refusal; and, as Mrs. Milner was out at tea with Mrs. Burbidge, I had to let the child do as she had a mind to." "Well, what happened?" "Oh, I hardly know," replied Eliza. "We went to ----" mentioning a shop--"but there Miss Bess wouldn't on no account that I or Mdlle. Célestine should come in. She called out, 'Stay outside till I have done.' So Mademoiselle and I we walked outside up and down till we was fit to drop, and then, I do assure you, mam," added Eliza, "I knew nothing till I saw Miss Bess come out with a small parcel, which she held very tight and wouldn't give up to nobody, and then I seed as it was directed in Mr. Burbidge's handwriting--that is to say, there was a label; and we sent off the package, and I paid twopence in stamps for doing so, but Miss Bess wouldn't tell me, ask her as much as I would, who it was for. Mademoiselle tried hard to make Miss Bess tell, but she couldn't get nothing out of her, although she caught hold of her; but Mr. James, the butcher's boy, coming up, Mademoiselle let Miss Bess be, and so we went home; and I didn't think much about it till I looked into Miss Bess's purse to-night to see what she had spent, and then I saw there wasn't one penny left, and she must, I fear, have spent it all on the packet. It's only right, mam, as you should know," pursued Liza, flushing crimson, "lest Mrs. Milner should say that I had taken some, for just now Mrs. Milner be quite furious, fussing round and saying that Miss Bess has been fair robbed."