She took hold of the pony like an old acquaintance, and fastened him to a post in such a way that he could amuse himself by nibbling the grass which grew along the little-frequented path; then smoothing down her white apron, ushered the visitors into the parlour.

The room was very dark, the Venetian shutters being closed and blinds drawn down to keep out the glare and heat of the day, but the flicker of a white dress on the verandah showed where the two ladies were to be found.

Mrs.Bellairs stepped out, and was greeted by a cry of delight from Lucia.
"Oh, you are good! Is Bella here ?" "Bella is gone to the Scotts', but Mr.Percy is with me." Lucia grew demure instantly, as the second guest came forward.

"Mamma is there," she said, and made room for them to pass along the verandah.
Mrs.Bellairs presented her companion to her friend, and more chairs were brought out, that the new-comers might enjoy the cool breeze and shade.

Mr.Percy might have preferred a seat near Lucia; fortune, however, placed him beside her mother, and, like a wise man, he applied himself to make the best of his position.