A dark girl, and of tolerably good features; rather dressy; with a carriage corresponding to the tone of her letter--an easy swing; head well up and shoulders squared.

'Oh, how I _hope_ she isn't vulgar!' said Emmeline to herself.

'I don't like the hat--I don't.

And that sunshade with the immense handle.' From the top of the stairs she heard a clear, unaffected voice: 'Mrs.Mumford at home ?' Yes, the aspirate _was_ sounded--thank goodness! It surprised her, on entering the room, to find that Miss Derrick looked no less nervous than she was herself.

The girl's cheeks were flushed, and she half choked over her 'How do you do ?' 'I hope you had no difficulty in finding the house.