It was a drizzling wet night when Phebe Waring arrived at her new home. According to strict economical household arrangements, there was no bright fire in the back parlour to make the room look cosy, because it was near the end of June. The floor was covered with oil-cloth, no rug anywhere, and a table, small sideboard, and six small chairs with American leather cushions made up the whole of the furniture. "Not very homelike," Phebe thought, "but there, how could I expect bachelor's quarters to look anything different?" For supper the little maid had placed on the table a large white jug of lemon water, a piece of cheese, and some bread and butter. "There's a hamper for you, ma'am, from your father's: came about an hour ago." Quickly taking off her hat and jacket Phebe opened the hamper, and when she looked inside the tears came into her eyes; it was the first glimpse of anything homelike she had seen for a fortnight. A bunch of wallflowers came first, then a large pat of butter, a home-made cake, a roasted chicken, a piece of ham, and a large box of little gooseberry pies. "Dear old Sis, how thoughtful of her!" Soon the table was spread with the feast the loving sister in the old home had prepared, and to make the room look still further homelike Phebe got Janie, the maid, to light a fire in the empty, rusty grate. "It was quite fortunate I did not order anything further into the house," said Ralph. In the morning the room looked as cheerless as it did the night before, and Phebe's heart seemed to shrink as she noticed that the window looked into a yard, surrounded with high walls, and that nothing was growing in it but grass and dandelions. How different from the outlook over the well-kept garden at home! "But I'll soon make it look different," said the hopeful Phebe to herself. The only bright spot in the room was a bunch of beautiful pansies lying on the table; the wallflowers had been taken upstairs. As Phebe picked them up she noticed a slip of paper pushed beneath the string with which they were tied, and on it was written: "From Neighbour Bessie. I do hope you will be my friend." "Ah, that must be Mrs. Marchant's daughter, next door," thought Phebe, "I have heard Ralph speak of her. Of course we shall be friends. What beautiful flowers! Pansies--see, they mean 'heart's ease.' Did Bessie think--but of course she did not. She would not know their meaning." During breakfast Ralph put into her hand a black-edged envelope, saying, "See what I have had sent me. A funny sort of congratulation!" Inside the envelope was a card, bordered with ink lines, and in the centre, in letters to imitate printing, were the words: "Sacred to the Memory of SWEET LIBERTY, Who ceased to be on June 10th, 18--, And was interred in the residence of RALPH WARING, Draper, etc., Hadley."