You might get Eunice, I dare say, Rose; she has nothing else to do." "Who's Eunice ?" "Your sister's maid; you can ring for her; she understands hair-dressing better than Babette." Rose ran up stairs.

At the front window of the upper hall stood Ogden and Eunice.
Rose nodded familiarly to the valet, and turned to the girl.
"Are you Eunice ?" "Yes, Miss." "Are you busy ?" "No, Miss." "Then come into my room, please, and comb my hair." Eunice followed the young lady, and Ogden returned to the mysterious regions occupied by Mr.Richards.
Once more the house was still; its one disturbing element was having her hair curled; and Grace and her brother talked in peace below stairs.
It was past luncheon-hour when the barouche rolled up to the door.

Kate, all aglow from her drive in the frosty air, stopped her laughing chat with pale Eeny at the sight which met her eyes.

Standing on the portico steps, playing with a large dog Kate had reason to know, and flirting--it looked like flirting--with the dog's master, stood a radiant vision, a rounded girlish figure, arrayed in bright maize-colored merino, elaborately trimmed with black lace and velvet, the perfect shoulders and arms bare, the cheeks like blush roses, the eyes sparkling as stars, and the golden-brown hair, freshly curled, falling to her waist.
"Oh, how beautiful!" Kate cried, under her breath.
The next moment, Eeny ran up the steps, and favoured this vision of youthful bloom with a kiss, while Kate followed more decorously.
"How do, Eeny ?" said Rose.

"Kate!" She held out both her hands.