On her saying "Come in"-- the door opened cautiously to admit the face of the substantial lady, Miss Field, to whom Doris had been introduced at the tea-table.
"Are you resting ?" said Miss Field, "or only 'interned' ?" "Oh, please come in!" cried Doris.

"I never was less tired in my life." Miss Field entered, and took the armchair that Doris offered her, fronting the open window and the summer scene.

Her face would have suited the Muse of Mirth, if any Muse is ever forty years of age.

The small, up-turned nose and full red lips were always smiling; so were the eyes; and the fair skin and still golden hair, the plump figure and gay dress of flower-sprigged muslin, were all in keeping with the part.
"You have never seen my cousin before ?" she inquired.
"Lady Dunstable?
Is she your cousin ?" Miss Field nodded.

"My first cousin.