"You hate her, I suppose?" "Oh! no, no! give me the book, Aunt Jane! We don't hate her at all; we like her rather. Oh! please give it me before she comes back!" "Why do you make caricatures of her, then?" said Miss Maydew, fixing her eyes severely on the girl's face. "Because she is such fun!" cried Mab; "because it is such fun. I don't mean any harm, but if people will look funny, how can I help it? Give me the book, Aunt Jane!" "I suppose I looked funny too," said Miss Maydew, "under the beech-tree, fanning myself with my pockethandkerchief. I thought I heard you giggle. Go away, you wicked little thing! Here is your sister coming. I like her a great deal better than you!" "So she is, a great deal better than me," said Mab, picking up her book. She stole away, giving herself a serious lecture, as Cicely tripped into the summer-house carrying a tray. "I must not do it again," she said to herself. "It is silly of me. It is always getting me into scrapes; even papa, when I showed him that one of himself!" Here Mab paused to laugh, for it had been very funny--and then blushed violently; for certainly it was wrong, very wrong to caricature one's papa. "At all events," she said under her breath, "I'll get a book with a lock and key as soon as ever I have any money, and show them only to Cicely; but oh! I must, I must just this once, do Aunt Jane!" Cicely meanwhile came into the summer-house carrying the tray. "It is not the right time for it, I know," she said, "but I felt sure you would like a cup of tea. Doesn't it smell nice--like the hay-fields? Tea is always nice, is it not, Aunt Jane?" "My darling, you are the very image of your poor mother!" said Miss Maydew with tears in her eyes. "She was always one who took the trouble to think what her friends would like best. And what good tea it is, and how nicely served! Was the kettle boiling? Ah! I recognise your dear mother in that. It used always to be a saying with us at home that the kettle should always be boiling in a well-regulated house." Then the old lady began to ask cunning questions about the household: whether Cicely was in the habit of making tea and carrying trays about, as she did this so nicely; and other close and delicate cross-examinations, by which she found out a great deal about the qualities of the servant and the governess. Miss Maydew was too clever to tell Cicely what she thought at the conclusion of her inquiry, but she went in thoughtfully to the house, and was somewhat silent as the girls took her all over it--to the best room to take off her bonnet, to their room to see what a pretty view they had, and into all the empty chambers. The comments she made as she followed them were few but significant. "It was rather extravagant of your papa to furnish it all; he never could have wanted so large a house," she said. "Oh! but the furniture is the Rector's, it is not papa's," cried her conductors, both in a breath.