"Yes, don't you hear her practising upon her spinet."
The tinkling sounds of a spinet, then all the fashion; came upon their ears, and Sir Richard, said to Johanna—
"Go up stairs, now, to that young lady. She is about your own age, and her father's housekeeper. She will find you something to eat and drink, and then come down to me, as soon as you can."
Sir Richard nodded to Mr. Orton, who nodded in return, and then Johanna seeing that it was all right, ascended the staircase, and guided by the sound of the spinet, soon found herself in a tolerably handsome room, upon the first floor.
A young girl with a profusion of chesnut curls hanging down her back, was seated at the spinet. Johanna made up to her at once, and throwing her arms round her neck, said—
"And will you say a kind word to me?"
The girl gave a slight scream, and rose.
"Well, I'm sure, you impertinant—handsome—"
"Girl," said Johanna.
"Boy," faltered Miss Orton.