"Hallo! Who's that, giving me a Shower-Bath?" cries Mr. _Fenwick_; at the first Sound of whose Voice I drew my Head in quickly, and we both fell a laughing. "Don't let us answer," says _Gatty_. "Let us both put our Heads out at the same Moment," said I, "and then he won't know which it was." It was a pert Thing to do, but we were just then in cheerful Spirits; so we looked out, without looking down, quite unconcernedly. "I am glad to see you so much better, Mrs. _Gatty_," said Mr. _Fenwick_; "poor Mrs. _Patty_, though, looks all the worse for her shutting up. You remind me of the two Damsels in _Don Quixote_, looking through the Inn-Casement, and plotting Mischief." "Oh no, Sir," says _Gatty_, so softly that I only heard her, and immediately withdrawing and sitting down. I did the same, actuated by that nameless Feeling which often tells Women what is seemly and becoming for them to do, without enabling them to say why. Mrs. _Gatty_ shyly begged me to go down first, because she said my _Mother_ and _Sister_ would be glad to see me; which indeed they were. _Prue_ had set out our little Parlour in the prettiest Way imaginable.--My _Father's_ Arm-Chair was placed for _Gatty_ at the little _Gothic_ Window wreathed with Jessamine; my _Mother's_ Chair was in its accustomed Place. This Room was hung with a very expensive _Chinese_ Paper, that had cost my _Father_ I am afraid to say how much per Yard, and which was covered with Groups of _Chinese_ Figures illustrating the Manners and Customs of that Empire, depicted with extraordinary Liveliness and Verisimilitude; no two Groups alike. This Paper-hanging had been _Prue's_ and my Picture-Gallery for many a Year; and when we were Children, and my _Father_ had it by him in Pieces, we had needed no other Entertainment on rainy Days; preventing the long Rolls from curling up by setting a Caddy on one End, and a Work-Box on the other. Corresponding with this Paper were sundry Josses and Jars, much fitter for Lady _Betty_ than for us; and the Mantel-Shelf was decorated with Nosegays of fresh Flowers; my _Mother_ having put the Five Senses carefully away, for Fear they should share the Fate of the Shepherdesses. As for the Tea-Table, never was such a Spread! Fancy-Bread, Buns, and Cakes of all Descriptions, cold Fowl, marbled Veal, delicate Slices of pink Ham, and a superb Dish of ripe Grapes. Dear _Prue_, whom I had not seen for some Days, was blooming with Health and Sprightliness. She had put on a pretty chintz Muslin over her Pea-green silk Petticoat, with a Knot or two of pale pink Ribbon to her Stomacher, and her best Muslin Apron worked with Pansies and Sweet-Peas. A Sweet-Pea she was herself! so brightly, delicately tinted with Colour! so pliant, slim, and debonnaire! When we were little Girls, kind Dr. _Elwes_ had been wont to say we were as like as two Peas,--two Sweet-Peas; but somehow, I fell off afterwards, lost my Bloom and Freshness, grew lanky and angular, while _Prue's_ scarlet