"Well, you do look like a real lady, Miss Calista," said Chloe, who had assisted at the trying on; "and it does me good to see you wearing decent clothes, as a young lady ought. Did Mrs. Fabian send you any everyday things?" "Yes, a nice black calico; and she says she will have a black stuff made for me. Isn't she kind?" "Law, yes! The Fabians are real quality, and know what's what. None of your new-come-up folks they ain't. I heard say something about your going to boarding-school; is that so?" "Yes; Miss Druett wished it, and Mr. Fabian thinks it best." "Well, I am glad of it, though what this house will be like without Miss Druett and you, I can't say. But this I will say, it is not the place for you. Miss Priscilla is bewitched by that old Jael, and there's no telling what will come of it. Besides, you ought to be with some one who knows how young ladies ought to behave, and who will take an interest in your education. It's my belief if it hadn't been for Miss Druett, you wouldn't even have learned to read and write." "I am of the same mind, Chloe. Looking back, I can see how she has befriended me all my life. I don't think I ever thought half enough of her when I had her." "That's the way we all feel, honey," said Chloe. "It's just so with me. I know I was aggravating lots of times when I needn't have been. Wasn't it a blessed thing that she died such a happy death, and that Mr. Alger could say, as he did, that she died a Christian?" "Yes, indeed." "But, honey, I expect you'll have a regular fuss with Miss Priscilla about the will when she comes to know it. She said she meant to see Mr. Fabian, and get the money, just as soon as she was able. I don't think she has a notion of the way things are left, because she said to me that she would put out the money to much better advantage than Miss Druett. I didn't say a word, for I thought, least said soonest mended. I suppose you'll put on your new clothes to-morrow." "Yes, if I go to church." "There's another thing you'll have a fuss about, I expect," said Chloe, as she assisted Calista in folding and laying away her new dress and mantle. "I mean your wearing mourning. Miss Priscy hates to see any one in black. She says it is such a waste; but I think it is because she don't like to be reminded of her latter end." "Then if it annoys her, I won't wear it in the house while I stay here. Shall I unpin the veil from the bonnet?" "Oh yes, and lay it smooth in the same folds. A crape veil will last a long time if one is careful of it. And do the same by your shawl. Some ladies' things always look as if they had been kept under the bed, because they don't take care of them when they take them off. Now what would you like for your supper, honey?" "Just what you have. I would as soon have bread and milk as anything, only I should like some tea."