She could not feel that she had been guilty of any wrong in lending her aid to the weary and overworked woman below, even though she had spent long hours of that Sabbath in labor; and when, as the evening bells called to prayer, and the glorious harvest moon came sailing up from the east, flooding all the earth with beauty, they wended their way together to the chapel of which Star had spoken in the morning, and where she loved to go because everything was so quiet and unostentatious, a peculiar peace seemed to pervade her heart, and a voice, as of some angel, to whisper the benison “well done.” Monday all day the greatest excitement prevailed, as on the preceding day, in the Richards’ mansion, for its ambitious mistress had determined to make a favorable impression upon the young lord whom she was anxious to secure as a son-in-law, and accordingly spared neither pains nor expense to make her house and hospitality as imposing as possible. Star was away, as usual, all day at school, and therefore was not mixed up in the confusion; but, upon her return, she could imagine something of what had been done, for the house was a perfect bower of beauty, and order, and cleanliness from top to bottom. Flowers of the choicest description were everywhere; fresh draperies had been put up wherever they were needed, and most tastefully arranged; the servants were all arrayed in immaculate suits, and went tiptoeing around with that air of importance and expectancy which betrayed the interest they felt in the arrival of an English peer; while Mrs. Richards and Josephine were perfectly gorgeous in new dresses of latest fashion and most artistic design. The coach, with its burnished trimmings and its span of spirited bays in their gold-mounted harness, was standing before the door, ready to go to the station to meet the expected guest; and with all these evidences of preparation around her, Star would have been less than human not to have experienced some curiosity regarding my “Lord Carrol, of Carrolton.” “Well, it may be one of the ‘good times that I can’t be in,’ as poor Glory McGuirk would say; but then I had _my_ good time yesterday, and I don’t know as I care very much,” she thought, with a smile half sad, half tender, as she watched the carriage containing Josephine and her father whirl away in grand style to the station. However, thinking it might be expected of her to make a good appearance in case she should happen to meet the distinguished stranger, she changed her school dress for a fresh, blue lawn, trimmed with a dainty white edging, spanned her small waist with a broad belt, and fastened a bunch of waxen snow-drops at her throat.