How strange it seems to think that this sister of mine, of whom I have heard so much and have never seen, should be coming here for good! And papa--he is almost a stranger, too, Grace.
I suppose everything will be very different now." "Very, very different," Grace said, with her quiet eyes fixed on the fire.

"The old life will soon be a thing of the past.

And we have been very happy here; have we not, Eeny ?" "Very happy," answered Eeny; "and will be still, I hope.

Papa and Kate, and Mr.Richards--I wonder who Mr.Richards is ?--shall not make us miserable." "I suppose, Eeny," said Grace, "I shall be quite forgotten when this handsome Sister Kate comes.

She ought to be very handsome." She looked up at an oval picture about the marble mantel, in a rich frame--the photograph of a lovely girl about Eeny's age.