as real pleased--like you look now, child."

"Hannah Ann will be awfully proud, too," said Judith, thoughtfully.
"She's regularly wrapped up in Elinor, because she's so much like Aunt
Louise, she says."

Elinor looked her surprise. "Why, I didn't know Hannah Ann liked me
specially," she protested. "I thought Miss Pat was her favorite."

"She used to be," was Judith's frank reply. "But since you've become
an artist, like Aunt Louise, she fairly _adores_ you!"

The idea of Hannah Ann in any such state of loving frenzy was
irresistible, and they all pealed out their appreciation of Judith's
picture of the grim elderly housekeeper of Greycroft.

"You may laugh, but it's true, all the same," said Judith decisively.
"And I'll prove it to you all before long--see if I don't."

The soft chimes of the dinner gong began their melodious call before
anyone could answer, and in the mad scramble to make themselves
presentable in the shortest possible time, Hannah Ann's enthusiasms
were forgotten.

That night, after Miss Jinny's trunk had finally been disposed of, and
all the gossip of Rockham village and outskirts had been thoroughly
aired, and Miss Jinny, tired from her strenuous day, had gone
thankfully to bed, Patricia and Elinor were talking over the day's
happenings as they brushed their hair in the seclusion of their own
room.

"Isn't it wonderful how Miss Jinny seems to fit in?" said Patricia,
brushing the shining ripples till they fairly radiated. "I was so
afraid that she might feel strange among such different sort of people,
but she didn't care a bit. She's going to be awfully popular, if she
keeps on. That nice old Mr. Spicer talked to her a lot at dessert, and
he's awfully exclusive, you know."

"He isn't any older than she is," Elinor replied indignantly. "He's
gray and pale from his illness. He was asking Miss Jinny about the air
at Rockham, and she praised it so that he was much impressed. We may
have him for a neighbor next summer."

"You don't mean?" began Patricia, incredulously.

"Of course, I don't mean as Miss Jinny's special property, you goose; I
was only thinking of him as a pleasant addition to the old ladies' card
parties and porch teas,--they need men so badly."

The idea lodged in Patricia's fertile brain was not so easily routed
out.

"Still, _in case_," she insinuated with a giggle. "I don't think it
would be such a bad sort of thing, do you, Norn?"

Elinor laid down her brus