Then she said:
"Hope and I mean to get a special friend. Of course we have Sir George, but we mean to get somebody else. And I know who it will be!"
"Who is it?" asked Faith.
But Charity nodded her head mysteriously.
"Somebody I've met. You haven't met them. It's awfully nice in the country, we're always finding out new people."
She would say nothing more to Faith, but whispered in corners to Hope; and Faith did not like that at all.
Charity was a little bit jealous of Faith going off to the Towers every Saturday afternoon. Nothing stopped it. If it was a wet day, a closed carriage arrived for her.
And Hope said, laughing, one day when Charity, with a sulky face, watched Faith driving away, "We won't be like Cinderella's sisters, Charity. Faith is rather like Cinderella, isn't she? But we won't be cross about it."
And then it was that Charity began to think about finding some new friend to be quits with Faith.
She was marvellously successful.