What a good, unselfish little creature she is, Miss Garston! I do not know what Mr.Hamilton and his sisters would do without her.

Ah, here we are at Maplehurst, and Tracy is looking out for us.

Tracy, is the colonel at home?
No, I am thankful to hear it.

Poor little Flossie has met with an accident, and this lady has saved her life, but she tells me her leg is broken.

Now, Miss Garston, will you believe it that I am such a coward that I could not be of the least assistance?
Tracy, take Miss Garston into the morning room, and do your best to help her.' And Mrs.Maberley trotted away as fast as she could, while Tracy ushered me into a bright snug-looking room and asked me very civilly what she could do for me.
Tracy was a handy, sensible woman, and in a few minutes I had managed, with her help, to strap up poor Flossie's leg in the most successful manner.
'I am sure, ma'am, Mr.Hamilton couldn't have done better himself,' observed Tracy, looking at me with respectful admiration, while I petted Flossie, who was now lying comfortably in her basket, trying to lick her bandages.