There was a harpsichord in the room, and as Mrs. Deborah asked to hear me, I sung the last lesson I had learned, "I know that my Redeemer liveth," while Amabel played the accompaniment for me. I saw Mrs. Philippa's door softly opened a little bit while I was singing. "That is beautiful!" said Mrs. Deborah, with a good deal of feeling when I had concluded. "I never heard it before. You have given us a treat we did not expect, niece." "Yes indeed, a treat we did not expect!" added Mrs. Chloe. "I hope poor Sister Philippa will enjoy your music, niece. She used to be very fond of it. Do you think she will enjoy it, Sister Deborah?" "I cannot say, I am sure!" was the answer. "It is not easy to tell what Philippa will like, you know. She is sometimes very much disturbed by noise." The remark was made in a slightly raised tone, and I fancy was meant to be heard in the next room. Tupper opened the door directly afterward. "My mistress would like to hear the young lady sing something else, if she knows any thing but psalm tunes!" said she, with a queer half-smile on her shrewd face. "Do you know anything but psalm tunes, Niece Corbet?" asked Mrs. Chloe anxiously. "Not that I should call that a psalm tune." Luckily we had learned some of Dr. Purcell's pretty music to the words of "The Tempest," and I sung Ariel's song—"When the bee sucks," and one or two others. "There, you must not tire yourselves!" said Mrs. Deborah kindly, after Amabel had played "The Harmonious Blacksmith," and one or two other lessons. "It is time you were going home. I will send Richard with you. You must come and breakfast with us, and then we will go out together. De you need any new clothes?" "No madam!" answered Amabel. "We have abundance of everything." "Very good. My Sister Chloe wishes to buy some new morning gowns, and there are a few matters needed for the house, which I may as well see to now I am here. There, good-night. Be here by eight o'clock, or is that too early for my town-bred misses?" She spoke these words smilingly, and Amabel answered in the same way. "Oh no, aunt, we are early risers." "Why, that is well; we shall suit all the better." "Yes, we shall suit all the better!" added Mrs. Chloe. "My sister Deborah is a very early riser, and so am I; but poor Philippa is a sad invalid, and she keeps her hours to suit herself. Indeed, she lives quite by herself when she is at home, as you will see." "Let them see then, and don't keep them to discuss family matters to-night, Sister Chloe!" said Mrs. Deborah, with a little impatience in her tone. "There, good-night." We were not sorry to find ourselves once more in our own pretty room, which we were so soon to leave. We lighted our candles and sat down to our Bible reading as usual.