"I am so delighted that you are still here, and that we are to be together.

Aunt Lydia has written so much about you that I feel as If we must have known each other for years.

Why, how pretty you are!" Naida's cheeks were burning, and her eyes fell, but she had never yet succeeded in conquering the blunt independence of her speech.

"Nobody else ever says so," she said, uneasily.

"Perhaps it's the light." Miss Spencer turned her about so as to face the window.