While my _Father_ was making _Hodge_ assail the Marauder again and again, and each Time bursting into fresh Peals of Merriment, enters to him _Peter_, with a Paper in his Hand, a Glance at which changed my _Father's_ Note in an Instant. "Hark ye, _Peter_!" says he; "why, your Face is a Yard long! What's your Name, Man? your Sirname, I mean." "_Greaves_ is my Sirname, Sir--_Peter Greaves_." "_Peter Grievous_, it should ha' been! _Peter Grievous-had-a-Cat!_ And your Crest, a Cat proper, with the Motto, 'When I'm pleased, I purr!' But this is no purring Matter, _Peter_; tell the Fellow who brought this Paper, that I'm not at Home--I sha'n't be, by the Time you get to him." And, snatching up his Hat, he hastily made off through the Glass-Door into the Garden; and thence, no Doubt, to his Crony, _Don Saltero_, for whom, indeed, he had such a profound Admiration, that I believe no Title of Honour could have been conferred on himself that he would have liked half as well as that of _Don Honeywood-o_. When he was gone, _Prue_ and I locked up the new Purchases, and sent away the Carpenters, telling them to await future Orders; and _Gatty_ wrote a Billet to Lady _Betty_, to acquaint her with her Amendment, and request Directions concerning her Return. Meanwhile, I was carrying up Mr. _Fenwick's_ Chocolate, when _Prue_, meeting me on the Stairs, said, "Oh, I meant to have saved you that Trouble, dear _Patty_." "Oh," I replied, "I am able to return to all my little Duties now; you have too long worked for both." "I don't think of that," replied she, with a little Disappointment in her Air; "Mr. _Fenwick_ has got used to me now, and I thought you would be better for a little Rest." "Ah, _Prudence, Prudence_!" thought I, as I pursued my Way, "this reminds me of the passing Shade on your Brow Yesterday Evening, when he was attending to Mrs. _Gatty_. Beware of playing, like a Moth, round a Candle, my dear little Sister, for it will lead to no good." When I went in, Mr. _Fenwick_ looked round briskly from his Writing-Table, with a Smile, exclaiming: "Why, I have been expecting--oh! is it you, Mrs. _Patty_? (with a scarcely perceptible Change in his Voice); I have been expecting my Chocolate, I was going to say, this Half-Hour or more; but pray don't think me impatient--I'm sure I ought not to be so hungry, considering how you feasted me last Night. 'Tis a Sign of returning Health, I suppose." "I fervently hope it may be, Sir," said I. "Most likely it is. I am sure every Thing in the Way of Nourishment this House contains is at your Service." "Thank you, thank you," said he. "Yes, I really believe I am getting well--have turned the Corner, in Fact; and when I have taken this nice Chocolate, I think I shall go and bask in the Sun under those Elm-Trees yonder." "Then I will put a Cushion for you, Sir, on the Garden-Seat, and a Foot-stool on the Grass before it; for indeed you must not get chilled!"