. The children never called her anything but 'our nice lady,'
and never thought of any other name for her.

"But the harvest-time being over, Mr. Symonds told his wife that she
must not put off calling on the lady any longer.

"'And be sure,' he said, 'that you take something nice in your hand, or
let the boy carry it after you; some nice cakes and butter pats, or
anything else; and you may as well go and meet the children as they
come home this evening, and go in with them.'

"Mrs. Symonds was one of those old-fashioned wives who never went
anywhere but to church, and as her church was not at Pangbourne she
seldom passed the Wood House. She, however, made up her basket of
presents, and having dressed herself neatly, she took the boy and went
to meet her children.

"She met them a little above the Wood House, and they turned back with
her, and soon brought her to the door of Mrs. Howard's parlour: there
they knocked, and the old lady having called to them to come in, the
twins entered, leading their mother.

"But how great was their surprise when their mother, at the sight of
Mrs. Howard, uttered a cry, ran forwards and threw her arms round the
old lady's neck.

"'Oh, dear, dear Mrs. Howard,' she said, 'is it you? Can it be you?'

"Mrs. Howard did not know Mrs. Symonds, and as she drew herself civilly
from her arms, she said:

"'Indeed, ma'am, I have not the pleasure of knowing you.'

"'Not remember Polly Bennet?' replied Mrs. Symonds, 'but I remember
you, my best and dearest friend, and shall remember you, for I have
cause to do so, when time shall be no more.'

"Mrs. Howard now herself came forward and kissed Mrs. Symonds. The
tears stood in the old lady's eyes, and she placed her old thin hands
in the other's.

"'And are you,' she said, 'the mother of these dear little girls? and
have I lived near you so long and not known you? Now I think I can
trace the features; sit down, my dear friend, and tell me all about
yourself and your family.'

"'I have not much to say,' answered Mrs. Symonds; 'my parents are dead,
and my brother living far off: and I have been blessed beyond my
deservings in a good husband and these dear children.'

"'Dear, indeed,' said Mrs. Howard.

"'But how can I value enough what you have done for me, Mrs. Howard?'
said Mrs. Symonds, 'and through me, in some sort, to my mother and
father before their death.'

"'I do not understand you,' said Mrs. Howard.

"Mrs. Symonds then told