I could not think the first moment I opened my eyes where I had got to, and fancied I had overslept myself and should get a nice scolding." "You must wear one of my dresses, my dear," the vicar's wife said.
"You have done with that servant's gown for good.

I will bring you one in a few minutes." In half an hour Mrs.Conway came down in a pretty morning dress of Mrs.Withers'.

Mabel had that moment made her appearance in the breakfast-room.

She had returned only a week before from her stay at Bath, having positively mutinied against the proposal that she should stay there for another six months.

She started at the entry of a stranger.
"Don't you know me, Mabel ?" Mrs.Conway said, holding out her hand.
"Why--why--" Mabel exclaimed, "it's Mrs.Conway.When did you come, and what have you been doing to yourself?
Why, your hair is quite a different color! What does it all mean, mamma ?" she asked in bewilderment.
"Mrs.Conway came last night, Mabel, after you were in bed." "But you didn't tell me she was coming, mamma." "We didn't know ourselves, dear; she arrived quite unexpectedly." "And--" and Mabel stopped.
"And I have got on one of your mamma's dresses," Mrs.Conway laughed, interpreting Mabel's look of surprise.