t her door and said "Come in," she saw Hetty invade her
room. Her first thought was, "This foundling girl is going to be forward
and troublesome"; and Hetty was not slow to read her glance.

"I have brought you a present," she said, in quite a different tone from
that in which she had made her little speech to Nell.

Phyllis took the desk slowly, and looked at it as if she wished it had
not been offered.

"It is very handsome," she said, "and my aunt was very good to think of
it. Please give her my best thanks."

And then Phyllis deposited the present on a table, and turned away and
began to change her shoes.

Nell looked at Hetty, but could not see the expression of her face; for
she had turned as quickly as Phyllis and was already vanishing through
the door.

CHAPTER VII.

HETTY'S FIRST LESSONS.

Hetty's bed-room being over the school-room, she was wakened the next
morning by somebody practising on the piano, the sound from which
ascended through the floor.

"How well they play, and how early they rise!" thought Hetty. "I wonder
whether it is Nell or Phyllis who is at the piano? Oh, dear! I do not
know even a note."

She longed to ask Polly at what hour the Miss Enderbys had got up, and
which of them was practising on the piano, but as she had begun by
snubbing Polly she could not now descend from her dignity so far as to
ask her questions. Polly on her side was always silent when attending on
Miss Gray, and never ventured upon the least freedom with the haughty
little foundling.

When Hetty descended to the breakfast-room she found only Mr. and Mrs.
Enderby at the table. Mrs. Rushton was still in her room, and was having
her breakfast there.

"This is little Hetty," said Mrs. Enderby, presenting her to her
husband.

Mr. Enderby put down his paper and looked at Hetty gravely and
critically, Hetty thought pityingly.

"How do you do, my dear?" he said, patting her shoulder. "I see you
have not been accustomed to early hours."

Hetty hung her head and sat down at the table. Mrs. Enderby supplied her
wants and then went on reading her letters; and Hetty ate in silence,
wondering why she was not called on to talk and amuse these people as
she had been accustomed to amuse Mrs. Rushton's fashionable friends.
This quiet wise-looking lady and gentleman seemed to look on her with
quite different eyes from those with which the rest of the world
regarded her. They neither snubbed nor petted her, only