"I was to give it to Miss Fox-Cordery at once, ma'am," said the maid, "and I was told she was in your room."
"She is here," said Mrs. Grantham, "and she shall have it immediately."
The maid departed, and Mrs. Grantham locked the door, so as to be secure from intrusion.
"Something for you, dear. I guess a birthday present."
"Oh!" cried Charlotte eagerly, starting to her feet and holding out her hand.
"The question is, from whom," said Mrs. Grantham, with tender playfulness.
"I know!" said Charlotte, still more eagerly.
"From your brother?"
Charlotte shook her head rather sadly.
"From your mother?"