You have asked Miss Phebe to tea have you not, Soeur Angelique?
You cannot stay?
Oh, but of course you must." "Of course she will," said Mrs.Whittridge, with her tender smile.
"Phebe only lives to give pleasure to others.

Now tell me something about your friends.

Who are they ?" "I haven't any here.

Mr.Halloway is quite right," answered Phebe, locking her hands over one of Mrs.Whittridge's.

"Not real, real friends.
As a child I had ever so many, and Bell Masters and I quite grew up together, but somehow we have all grown away from each other, and--oh, I don't know!--it seems as if there wasn't any thing in the girls here.