other girls, introducing one after another to the
wife of the rector of Dartford.

"My dears, I am heartily glad to see you," said Aunt Susan in her
cheerful voice. "I am Aunt Susan, or Aunty Susy, to all the world, and
any one who comes to Dartford finds his or her way to my cosy little
bower sooner or later. Lucy is a special friend of mine.--Aren't you,
Lucy?"

"You are my aunt, remember," said Lucy in a choking voice.

"She is her aunt, remember," said Phyllis Flower in a sort of mocking
tone.

The other girls tittered. Mrs. Brett's calm voice continued: "I am a
very plain old woman; I have no youth to boast of, and no looks to boast
of; but I think I have got a somewhat capacious heart, and it is amply
willing to take you all in if you wish to come. Now, let me see. This is
Wednesday. I think you will come to Dartford on Saturday for lessons.
Will you all come and have tea with me? You shall meet my husband, who
is a very jolly sort of man, and we can show you some of our
curiosities, which we have collected from time to time in our scanty
travels. We are precious poor, so you mustn't expect anything but a very
plain tea--bread and butter and jam; but you will have enough, and that
is something, and you will see the inside of a plain working-man's
house."

"Oh, Aunt Susy! Not a working-man!" said Lucy.

"Yes, a working-man, my dear," persisted Aunt Susy. "He is a minister of
the Gospel, and he works hard for his Lord; and he is very proud of his
Master, and very proud of the service among his Master's work-men.--So,
girls, you can come if you like, or stay away if you like. We can all be
very jolly together. Do you accept my invitation?"

"Indeed, we shall be delighted," said Agnes Sparkes eagerly. "What do
you say, Jane?" she continued, turning to Jane Denton.

Jane Denton signified her approval with sparkling eyes, and the other
girls followed suit.

"Well, that is settled," said Mrs. Brett. "You may call me Aunt Susy,
those of you who like."

Lucy looked at her aunt almost as though she hated her at that moment.
Mrs. Brett did not pretend to see the glance.

"Now," she said, "what are you going to do this afternoon? Why should
not we all go and have tea down by the river? Why shouldn't we? Your
mother wouldn't object, would she?"

"Oh, no; mother never objects to anything," said Lucy, with a little
sigh.

"But you do, don't you, Lucy?" said Rosamund in a low voice.

"I dislike innovations," sa