Lucia came home late in the evening.

Mrs.Costello, resuming her old habits, had sent the servant to bed, and herself admitted her daughter.
They went into the drawing-room together to talk over the day's doings.
"You look very bright," Mrs.Costello said with her hand on Lucia's shoulder.

"You have enjoyed yourself ?" "Yes, mamma, _so_ much.

You know I was a little afraid of Lady Dighton, and dreadfully afraid of Sir John.

But they have both been so good to me; just like people at Cacouna who had known me all my life." Mrs.Costello smiled.