"Then you think they will make a match of it!"
To which the other servant replied, "I feel pretty sure of it. You should see how particular my lady is about her dress whenever she is going to see Mr. Hollys. Poor Miss Beryl! I wonder how she will like to have a stepmother."
"Hush!" said Lucy with a warning glance, as Beryl appeared.
Lucy thought that the child could not have heard; but as she began to undress her she wondered what could have put the young lady so much out of temper.
When Lucy was brushing her hair, Beryl said suddenly—
"Lucy, what were you and Mrs. Campbell's maid talking about when I came in?"
"Oh, nothing particular, Miss Beryl!" replied Lucy evasively. "Leastways, nothing that concerns you."
"That's not true, Lucy," returned Beryl hotly. "I heard what you were talking about. You were saying that papa would marry Mrs. Campbell. But it's not true; I know it's not."
"Well, I never, Miss Beryl!" exclaimed Lucy, in affected astonishment. "I'm sure you can't say that you heard me say that!"
"You may not have said exactly those words, but was what you meant," cried Beryl excitedly; "but it's not true. I know it can't be true."