"Who says so, John?" asked Henry. "Why, my lady's maid," replied John; "that Miss Tilney or Tolney, or some such name, as is written as large as life on her boxes. As to the old lady, she has a good right to come here, but she did very wrong to bring that woman with her, to disturb an orderly family. Why, Master Henry, she makes ten times the jabbering Mag does." "I wish, then, she would fly away over the barn," said Henry, "as Mag did." "We would none of us go after her," replied John, "to bring her back; but I am a fool," added the honest man; "here have I lived ever since master came here, and most of these trees did I plant and graff with my own hands, and made the sparrow-grass beds and all, and now this woman is to come with her nonsense, and turn everything topsy-turvy." Henry was quite puzzled; he saw that John was vexed, and he knew that the words topsy-turvy meant upside-down; but he could not understand how the lady's-maid could turn the roots of the trees up in the air. He was going to ask an explanation, when a very shrill voice was heard screaming, "Mr. John, Mr. John!" "There again!" cried John, "even the garden can't be clear of her--there, Master Henry, put down the basket and be off, she is no company for you. If you see her, and she asks for me, tell her I am gone to clean the pig-sty; she will not follow me there." So off ran John one way, and Henry another. But Henry was not so lucky in his flight as John was; he ran into a narrow walk enclosed on each side with filberts, and before he was aware came quite opposite to the lady's-maid. He thought she looked very fine--quite a lady herself; and he stopped short, and wished her good-morning. Had she been the poorest person he would have done the same, for his parents had taken great pains to make him civil to everyone. "Master Fairchild, I presume," cried the maid. "A charming morning, sir. I was looking for Mr. John, to ask him if he would please to select some flowers to arrange in my mistress's room: she always has flowers in her dressing-room at The Grove." "John," said Henry, "is gone to clean the pig-sty." The lady's-maid drew up her lip, and looked disgusted. "Faugh!" said she, "I shall not think of troubling _him_ to cull the flowers." "Shall I get some for grandmamma?" asked Henry. She thanked him for his politeness, and accepted his offer. The little boy walked before her to where there was a bit of raised ground covered with rose-bushes. "There, ma'am," he said, "you can gather any you like." "Upon my word, Master Fairchild, you are uncommon polite," she said; "I shall tell our people at home what a handsome genteel young gentleman you are. They will be so desirous to know all about you--and not at all high and proud neither, though you have such great prospects." "What do you mean by great prospects, ma'am?" asked Henry; "I do not understand you."