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“
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
Come
in
,
ma
’
am
.
I
’
ll
tell
Miss
Lavendar
you
’
re
here
,
ma
’
am
.
She
’
s
upstairs
,
ma
’
am
.
”
With
this
the
small
handmaiden
whisked
out
of
sight
and
the
girls
,
left
alone
,
looked
about
them
with
delighted
eyes
.
The
interior
of
this
wonderful
little
house
was
quite
as
interesting
as
its
exterior
.
The
room
had
a
low
ceiling
and
two
square
,
small
-
paned
windows
,
curtained
with
muslin
frills
.
All
the
furnishings
were
old
-
fashioned
,
but
so
well
and
daintily
kept
that
the
effect
was
delicious
.
But
it
must
be
candidly
admitted
that
the
most
attractive
feature
,
to
two
healthy
girls
who
had
just
tramped
four
miles
through
autumn
air
,
was
a
table
,
set
out
with
pale
blue
china
and
laden
with
delicacies
,
while
little
golden
-
hued
ferns
scattered
over
the
cloth
gave
it
what
Anne
would
have
termed
“
a
festal
air
.
”
“
Miss
Lavendar
must
be
expecting
company
to
tea
,
”
she
whispered
.
“
There
are
six
places
set
.
But
what
a
funny
little
girl
she
has
.
She
looked
like
a
messenger
from
pixy
land
.
I
suppose
she
could
have
told
us
the
road
,
but
I
was
curious
to
see
Miss
Lavendar
.
S
.
.
.
s
.
.
.
sh
,
she
’
s
coming
.
”
And
with
that
Miss
Lavendar
Lewis
was
standing
in
the
doorway
.
The
girls
were
so
surprised
that
they
forgot
good
manners
and
simply
stared
.
They
had
unconsciously
been
expecting
to
see
the
usual
type
of
elderly
spinster
as
known
to
their
experience
.
.
.
a
rather
angular
personage
,
with
prim
gray
hair
and
spectacles
.
Nothing
more
unlike
Miss
Lavendar
could
possibly
be
imagined
.
She
was
a
little
lady
with
snow
-
white
hair
beautifully
wavy
and
thick
,
and
carefully
arranged
in
becoming
puffs
and
coils
.
Beneath
it
was
an
almost
girlish
face
,
pink
cheeked
and
sweet
lipped
,
with
big
soft
brown
eyes
and
dimples
.
.
.
actually
dimples
.
She
wore
a
very
dainty
gown
of
cream
muslin
with
pale
-
hued
roses
on
it
.
.
.
a
gown
which
would
have
seemed
ridiculously
juvenile
on
most
women
of
her
age
,
but
which
suited
Miss
Lavendar
so
perfectly
that
you
never
thought
about
it
at
all
.
“
Charlotta
the
Fourth
says
that
you
wished
to
see
me
,
”
she
said
,
in
a
voice
that
matched
her
appearance
.
“
We
wanted
to
ask
the
right
road
to
West
Grafton
,
”
said
Diana
.
“
We
are
invited
to
tea
at
Mr
.
Kimball
’
s
,
but
we
took
the
wrong
path
coming
through
the
woods
and
came
out
to
the
base
line
instead
of
the
West
Grafton
road
.
Do
we
take
the
right
or
left
turning
at
your
gate
?
”
“
The
left
,
”
said
Miss
Lavendar
,
with
a
hesitating
glance
at
her
tea
table
.
Then
she
exclaimed
,
as
if
in
a
sudden
little
burst
of
resolution
,
