A tear formed upon her eyelashes, and her voice made trembled music.

'Dear sister! You're glad to see me again ?' 'It seems an age, my own darling! You can't think what Sunday was like to me without you.

And how well you look, my beautiful! See what a letter I've had from Mrs.Ormonde.Do tell me what she's like! How did she come to ask you if you'd stay! To think of you saying I should be cross with her! But of course that was only fun.

My dear one! And what's the sea like?
Were you on the shore again this morning ?' 'How many questions does that make, I wonder, Lyddy ?' Thyrza said, with a smile still much graver than of wont.

'I shan't tell you anything till you've had dinner.