"Nothing," said Reine absently, her eyes going back to Hetty's face and fixing themselves there.
"How you stare at each other!" said Nell, "and I declare your two faces are almost the same this moment."
"Nell!"
"I always said you were like each other, though Phyllis could not see it. Now I am sure of it."
A wild look came into Reine's face.
"That would be too strange," she said; "for she is so like—so like—some one—Oh, Nell, she is the very image of my mother!"
"Your mother!" echoed Nell, gazing at Hetty and thinking she did not look like anybody's mother, with her short frock and flowing hair.
"But there is the dinner-bell!" she cried, glad of the interruption; for Nell had a great dislike of anything like a sentimental scene. "You must talk about all this afterwards, for we must not be late."
"I will come," said Reine, passing her handkerchief over her face. "Do I look as if I had been crying."
"Your nose is a little red," said Nell; "but they will think it is the cold."