"No, I got it last night. I got it for you, Ellie." "For me!" said Ellen, her colour deepening very much--"for me! did you? Oh, thank you!--oh, I'm so very much obliged to you, Mr. John." "It is only an answer to one of your questions." "This! is it?--I don't know what, I am sure. Oh, I wish I could do something to please you, Mr. John!" "You shall, Ellie; you shall give me a brother's right again." Blushingly Ellen approached her lips to receive one of his grave kisses; and then, not at all displeased, went down on the floor and was lost in her book. Oh, the long joy of that New Year's day! how shall it be told? The pleasure of that delightful book, in which she was wrapped the whole day; even when called off, as she often was, by Ellen Chauncey to help her in fifty little matters of business or pleasure. These were attended to, and faithfully and cheerfully, but _the book_ was in her head all the while. And this pleasure was mixed with Alice's pleasure, the flowers and the miniature, and Mr. Marshman's restored kindness. She never met John's or Alice's eye that day without a smile. Even when she went to be dressed her book went with her, and was laid on the bed within sight, ready to be taken up the moment she was at liberty. Ellen Chauncey lent her a white frock, which was found to answer very well with a tuck let out; and Alice herself dressed her. While this was doing, Margaret Dunscombe put her head in at the door to ask Anne, Miss Sophia's maid, if she was almost ready to come and curl her hair. "Indeed I can't say that I am, Miss Margaret," said Anne. "I've something to do for Miss Humphreys, and Miss Sophia hasn't so much as done the first thing towards beginning to get ready yet. It'll be a good hour and more." Margaret went away exclaiming impatiently that she could get nobody to help her, and would have to wait till everybody was downstairs. A few minutes after she heard Ellen's voice at the door of her room asking if she might come in. "Yes--what's that? what do you want?" "I'll fix your hair if you'll let me," said Ellen. "You? I don't believe you can." "Oh yes, I can; I used to do mamma's very often; I am not afraid if you'll trust me." "Well, thank you, I don't care if you try then," said Margaret, seating herself, "it won't do any harm, at any rate; and I want to be downstairs before anybody gets here; I think it's half the fun to see them come in. Bless me! you're dressed and all ready." Margaret's hair was in long thick curls; it was not a trifling matter to dress them. Ellen plodded through it patiently and faithfully, taking great pains, and doing the work well; and then went back to Alice. Margaret's thanks, not very gracefully given, would have been a poor reward for the loss of three-quarters of an hour of pleasure. But Ellen was very happy in having done right. It was no longer time to read; they must go downstairs.