“I have been watching you along the side of the combe, and wondering if it was you such a threatening day,” said Alice Hudson, coming to the door to meet her. “How nice of you to come, Elinor, when you must be so busy, and you have not been here since--I don’t know how long ago!” “No, I have not been here,” said Elinor with a gravity worthy the bride of a maligned man. “But the time is so near when I shall not be able to come at all that I thought it was best. Mamma wishes you to come over to-morrow, if you will, to see my things.” “Oh!” the three ladies said together; and Mrs. Hudson came forward and gave Elinor a kiss. “My dear,” she said, “I take it very kind you coming yourself to ask us. Many would not have done it after what we felt it our duty---- But you always had a beautiful spirit, Elinor, bearing no malice, and I hope with all my heart that it will have its reward.” “Well, mother,” said Alice, “I don’t see how Elinor could do anything less, seeing we have been such friends all our lives as girls, she and I, and I am sure I have always been ready to give her patterns, or to show her how a thing was done. I should have been very much disappointed if she had not asked me to see her things.” Mary Dale, who was Mrs. Hudson’s sister, said nothing at all, but accepted the visit as in the course of nature. Mary was the one who really knew something about Phil Compton: but she had been against the remonstrance which Mrs. Hudson thought it her duty to make. What was the good? Miss Dale had said; and she had refrained from telling two or three stories about the Comptons which would have made the hair stand upright on the heads of the Rector and the Rectoress. She did not even now say that it was kind, but met Elinor in silence, as, in her position as the not important member of the family, it was quite becoming for her to do. Then the Rector came in and took her by both hands, and gave her the most friendly greeting. “I heard Elinor’s voice, and I stopped in the middle of my sermon,” he said. “You will remark in church on Sunday a jerky piece, which shows how I stopped to reflect whether it could be you--and then went on for another sentence, and then decided that it must be you. There is a big Elinor written across my sermon paper.” He laughed, but he was a little moved, to see, after the “coolness,” the little girl whom he had christened come back to her old friends again. “She has come to ask us to go and see her things, papa,” said Mrs. Hudson, twinkling an eye to get rid of a suspicion of a tear. “Am I to come, too?” said the Rector; and thus the little incident of the reconciliation was got over, to the great content of all.