continued hurriedly to the boy:

"What's your name, and where do you live in Upwell? I mean to go and
see your sister, and take her some nourishing things."

"Thank you, miss," murmured the boy shyly; "my name's Dan Tuvvy, and we
live at Number 10 Market Street."

"Then," said Philippa, "it's your father, I suppose, that works for Mr
Solace?"

Dan nodded.

"And it was my cousin Dennis," continued Philippa, with a superior air,
"who was so very good to him, you know, and took so much trouble to
persuade Mr Solace not to turn him away. You ought to be very grateful,
you know, to my cousin Dennis."

Dan, who had not once looked up since Miss Mervyn's appearance, now
seemed suddenly startled out of his shyness. He raised a face so
glowing with pleasure and affection at the mention of Dennis's name,
that he was almost like another boy.

"Well, we are, miss," he said earnestly, "just about--Becky, and me, and
mother too," he added, as an after-thought. "We'd do anything for
Master Dennis. And I'm pleased to hear, miss, as how you're his cousin,
because p'r'aps you'll tell him so."

His dark eyes brightened as he spoke, and his cheeks flushed. Philippa,
surprised at the sudden change, stood looking at him silently for a
minute. How fond every one is of Dennis! she thought.

"I'll tell him what you say when I see him again," she said; "and you
must remember to tell your sister that I'm coming to see her, and bring
her some nourishing things."

"Thank you, miss," said Dan, dropping into his old shy manner again, as
he touched his cap and bent over his weeding. He did not seem overcome
with pleasure at the idea of Philippa's visit, and she felt a little
disappointed, but she had been interested in his talk; and as she went
back to the house with Miss Mervyn, her mind was so full of it, that she
felt obliged to tell her all about Tuvvy and Dennis, and her own plans
for Becky's benefit. Miss Mervyn listened attentively, and though she
was not equal to Maisie and Dennis as a companion, Philippa was
surprised to find how well she entered into the matter, and what good
suggestions she could make. During tea-time, which passed much more
pleasantly than usual, she found a great many questions to ask.

"Why do you suppose Dan looked so very pleased when I talked about
Dennis?" she inquired.

"I suppose because he is a grateful little boy," answered Miss Mervyn.

"Do people aways look like that when they are gra