She stood up indeed with her hand grasping her trunk, as though defending it from an assailant.
The maid looked at her mistress.

'Miss Foster will ring, Benson, if she wants you'-- said Miss Manisty; and the black-robed elderly maid, breathing decorous fashion and the ways of 'the best people,' turned, gave a swift look at Miss Foster, and left the room.
'Are you sure, my dear?
You know she would make you tidy in no time.

She arranges hair beautifully.' 'Oh quite--quite sure!--thank you,' said the girl with the same eagerness.
'I will be ready,--right away.' Then, left to herself, Miss Foster hastily opened her box and took out some of its contents.

She unfolded one dress after another,--and looked at them unhappily.
'Perhaps I ought to have let cousin Izza give me those things in Boston,' she thought.

'Perhaps I was too proud.