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Anne. 271 sibility ; and when it was finished and the workmen were gone out of it, he went over to Worcester, following Dr. Lewis’s request, and ordered in a sufficiency of plain furniture. By the middle of June all was ready, a maid-servant engaged, and the doctor and his daughter were at liberty to come when they pleased. We had just got home for the Midsummer holidays when they ar- rived. Old Coney took me to the station to meet them; he said there might be parcels to carry. Once, a French lady had come on a visit to the farm, and she brought with her fifteen small hand packages and a bandbox. ‘And these people are French too, you see, Johnny,” reasoned old Coney. ‘Lewis can’t be called anything better, and the girl was born there. Can’t even speak English, perhaps. I’m sure he has had time to forget his native tongue.” But they spoke English just as readily and fluently as we did; even the young lady, Anne, had not the slightest foreign accent. And there were no small packages, nothing but three huge trunks and a sort of large reticule, which she carried herself, and would not give up to me. I liked her looks the moment I saw her. You know I always take likes or dislikes. A rather tall girl, light and graceful, with a candid face, a true and sweet voice, and large brown eyes that met mine frankly and fearlessly. But the doctor! He was like a shadow. A tall man with stooping shoulders ; handsome, thin features, hollow cheeks, and scanty hair. But every look and movement bespoke the gentleman ; every tone of his low voice was full of considerate courtesy. ““What a poor weak fellow!” lamented old Coney aside to me. “Tt's just the Thomas Lewis of the years gone by; no health, no stamina. I’m afraid he is only come home to die.” They liked the house, and liked everything in it; and he thanked old Coney very earnestly for the trouble he had taken. I never saw a man, as I learnt later, so considerate for the feelings of others, or so grateful for any little service rendered to himself. “It is delightful,” said Miss Lewis, smiling at me. “TI shall call it our little chateau. And those hills in the distance are the beautiful Malvern Hills that my father has so often told me of !” “How well you speak English!” I said. “ Just as we do.” “Do you suppose I could do otherwise, when my father and my mother were English? It isin truth my native tongue. I think I know England better than France, I have always heard so much of it.” “But you speak French as a native? ” ‘Oh, of course. German also.” “ Ah, I see you are an accomplished lady, Miss Lewis.” “I am just the opposite,” she said, with a laugh. ‘I never learnt accomplishments. I do not play; I donotsing; I do not draw 5, Tdo comicbooks.conm