appearing there, in the shape of Chinese lanterns, which the servants
and others were attaching in great numbers to the trees and shrubbery.
The sun went down, the shades of evening were fast gathering. At last
Miss Harrison rose.

"When the lamps are lit, Miss Derrick," said the doctor as they
followed her example, "there is a particular effect which I will have
the pleasure of shewing you--if you will allow me."

"Dr. Harrison, how do _you_ do!" said a voice that sounded
like--perhaps as much like the bark of a red squirrel as anything; and
a little figure, with everything faded but her ribbands, and everything
full but her cheeks, looked up with a pair of good, kind, honest eyes
into the doctor's face. "It makes a body feel young--or old--I don't
know which, to see you again," she said. "Though indeed I know just how
old you are, without looking into the Bible. Not but that's a good
place to look, for various things. And there's a great variety of
things there,--if a body had time to read 'em all, which I haven't. I
used to read like a scribe when I was young--till my eyes got bad; but
a body can't do much without eyes, especially when they have to sew all
the time, as I do. I always did think it was one indemnification for
being a man, that a body wouldn't have to sew. Nor do much of anything
else--for 'man works from sun to sun, but a woman's work is never
done.' And I always think the work after sundown comes hardest--it does
to me, because my eyes are so bad.--Well, Miss Cilly! don't your dress
fit!"--It may be proper to mention that this last sentence was a little
undertone.

"You have given me, Miss Bezac," said the doctor, "what I have wanted
all my life until now--an indemnification for being a man!"

"Is that the way they talk over in France?" said Miss Bezac--"well, it
don't make a body want to go there, there's that about it. And there
always is something about everything. And I've something to say to you,
Faith, so don't you run away. You've done running enough for one day,
besides."

Faith was in no danger of running away. For while Miss Bezac was
running off her sentences, a little low voice at Faith's side said
"Ma'am!"--by way of modestly drawing her attention to Johnny Fax and
his red ribband.

Faith stooped down to be nearer the level of the red ribband.

"You did bravely, Johnny. And you got a book too. I guess Mr. Linden
was pleased with you to-night," she added softly.

"O he's always