"Mrs. Garland is coming to see me this afternoon," said Harebell, importance in her tone. "But that's nothing, when I think of my dear Mr. Graham coming to-morrow!"
Mrs. Garland appeared at tea-time, and Harebell came into the drawing-room in her new blue serge frock. She held herself very straight, and put out one little slim hand in silence.
Mrs. Garland was a youngish woman still, and had a good deal to say for herself. She had a bright kind face, and drew Harebell towards her, giving her a kiss.
"Why, Diana, I can see Frances over again! She's the image of what her mother used to be."
Mrs. Keith did not seem pleased at the resemblance, but she said nothing.
Something in Harebell's eyes made Mrs. Garland add:
"But her eyes are her father's. Well, little one, we shall welcome you for your parents' sakes here. Do you like the idea of coming to learn with my boy and girl?"
Harebell squeezed her hands tightly together.
"I'm simply yearning for it!" she said.
Mrs. Garland looked at her with the greatest amusement.