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Anne. 279 “* My dear, when I leave it to the servants, it is not drinkable. 1 am rather sorry Mrs. Podd makes a point of having coffee in an evening. Our general rule is, to give only tea.” “Td not give in to Mrs, Podd.” “Well, dear, we like to be accommodating when we can. Being my cousin, she orders things more freely than our ladies usually do. Dingh calls her exacting ; but ——” “Is Mrs. Podd your cousin? ” I interrupted, in surprise. “ My first cousin. Did you not know it? Her mother and my mother were sisters.” “The girls don’t call you ‘ aunt.’ ” “They do sometimes when we are alone. I suppose they think I am beneath them—keeping a boarding-house.” I had not much liked the Podds at first, and as the days went on I liked them less. They were not sincere: I was quite sure of it: Mrs. Podd especially. But the manner in which she had taken Dr. Lewis under her wing was marvellous. He began to think he could not move without her: he was as one who has found a sheet-anchor. She took all trouble of all kinds from him: her chief aim seemed to be to make his life pass pleasantly. She’d order a carriage and take him for a drive in it ; she’d parade the High Street on his arm ; she'd sit with him in the Green within the ‘enclosure, though Miss Dinah told her one day she had not the right of entrance there ; she’d walk him off to inspect the monuments in the cathedral, and talk with him in the cloisters of the old days when Cromwell stabled his horses there. After dinner they would play backgammon till bedtime. And with it all, she was so gay and sweet and gentle, that Dr. Lewis thought she must be a very angel come out of heaven. “Johnny, I don’t like her,” said Anne to me one day. “She seems to take papa completely out of my hands. She makes him feel quite independent of me.” “ You like her as well as I do, Anne.” “This morning I found him in the drawing-room; alone, for a wonder ; he was gazing up in his abstracted way, as if wanting to dis- cover what the pinnacles of the cathedral were made of, which look to be so close, you know, from the windows of that room. ‘Papa, you are lonely,’ I said. ‘Would you like to walk out?—or what would you like to do?’ ‘My dear, Mrs. Podd will see to it all,’ he answered ; ‘don’t trouble yourself; I am waiting for her.’ It is just as though he had no more need of me.” Anne Lewis turned away to hide her wet eyelashes. For my part, I thought the sooner Mrs. Captain Podd betook herself from Lake’s boarding-house, the better. It was too much of a good thing, That same afternoon I heard some conversation not meant for me. Behind the house was a square patch of ground called a garden,|con- comicbooks.com™