There was a tap at the door.
'Come in!' And Anne the old housemaid appeared.
'Oh, miss, I am so glad to see you home again, it do seem so natural. Please to let me unpack your things, miss. My lady thought you might like me better than Mrs Pink.'
'Thank you, Anne, it does look like home to see you.'
'Shall I get your dress, miss?'
'I can't dress to-night, I am too tired. There, that will do. Now I will go downstairs.'
She did so, and found her father alone in the library.
'I won't cry,' again she said, as she kissed him affectionately.
'Thank you for coming, Freda, it will do me good, and my wife is delighted. Harold, too, is in ecstasies, and only went to bed with a promise that sister Freda—he calls you sister, you know, and—and all that sort of thing.'
The 'my wife,' grated strangely on Freda's ear, but she promised to go and see her little brother.