"May it not have been a lady's gift ?" Emilia clearly thought not.
"And to whom do you ascribe it ?" "Who sent it to me?
Mr.Pericles, of course." She touched the strings immediately, and sighed.
"Are you discontented with the tone, child ?" asked Adela.
"No.

I--I'll guess what it cost!" Surely the ladies had reason to think her commonplace! She explained herself better to Wilfrid, when he returned to Brookfield after a short absence.

Showing the harp, "See what Mr.Pericles thinks me worth!" she said.
"Not more than that ?" was his gallant rejoinder.

"Does it suit you ?" "Yes; in every way." This was all she said about it.
In the morning after breakfast, she sat at harp or piano, and then ran out to gather wild flowers and learn the names of trees and birds.

On almost all occasions Wilfrid was her companion.