nd her own
smiling face for Peggy's greeting. The shy glance of the grey eyes
affected Peggy with all the old pleasure, for they were so eloquent of
their owner's enjoyment, so charmingly diffident as to the feelings of
others.

"You dear little Eunice, how are you again? Welcome to Yew Hedge. Such
a pleasah to see you!" cried Peggy, falling into quite a society drawl
in her amiable condescension, and smiling at her friend with a
graciousness unaffected by the fact that her own head came barely up to
Eunice's ear. It was delightful to have a girl visitor! The worst of
Arthur's visits was that he was always running away on some unsociable
masculine pursuit, fishing, shooting, and the like, instead of staying
at home like a sensible fellow and amusing his sister. But Eunice would
be different, for she was the most womanly of womanly women. No
shooting-boots for her, no divided skirts, nor hard felt hats! She was
a remnant of that good old type of which our mothers and grand mothers
were made, timid and nervous in everyday affairs, yet with an unexpected
store of courage which showed itself when danger menaced the welfare of
those she loved. Peggy felt that she had much to learn from this sweet
new friend, and fulfilled her intention of consulting her on household
topics on the first possible occasion. She gave a dramatic recital of
her misadventures, and once more Eunice proved herself a delightful
hearer, for she sighed and groaned at exactly the right points, kept her
eyes fixed attentively on the speaker's face, and while confessing the
utmost horror at the _contretemps_ described, was convinced that she
herself would have fared even worse.

"For by your own account, Peggy, you managed extremely well when you did
remember. Even cook praised you! Now, I should not forget, because I
happen to have a good memory, but I should provide hopelessly badly from
first to last. I should have no idea what to order, or how to choose,
or make a variety. I have never had anything of the sort to do, you
see. We have a housekeeper who looks after all such things, and I am in
utter ignorance about them!"

Here was a delightful confession! When you have abased yourself before
a friend, have confessed your own shortcomings, and braced yourself to
bear reproaches, what can be more delightful than to hear that her own
ignorance is greater than yours? Peggy was overjoyed to find herself
restored to a position of superiori