y, you are no sister of mine."

"Do you think papa seriously thinks anything of the kind?"

"I'm sure of it, dear, and--and--and--oh! Tiny, Tiny--I do feel so
very, very miserable!"

To the surprise of her sister, she threw herself in her arms, and they
indulged in the sweet feminine luxury of a good cry, ending by Fin
declaring that she shouldn't go back to her own room; and more than
once, even in sleep, the pillows upon which the two pretty little
flushed faces lay, side by side, were wet with tears that stole from
beneath their eyelids in their troubled dreams.

And now the day of the dinner had arrived, and Lady Rea had had such a
furiously red face that Sir Hampton told her she ought to be ashamed of
herself, and made the poor little woman, who had been fretting herself
to death to do honour to his guests, shed tears of vexation.

Next there was a furious ringing of Sir Hampton's bell, about six
o'clock, and a demand whether the house was to smell of cabbage like
that.

As the odour did not pass away, Sir Hampton sought his lady, who had
gone to dress, and again made her shed tears by exclaiming against his
mansion being made to smell like a cookshop.

"It's that dreadful prize kitchener, Hampton, dear," said poor Lady Rea.
"The smell comes into the house instead of going up the chimney."

"It's nothing of the sort--its your stupid servants!" exclaimed the
knight, and he bounced off to his room to prepare for the banquet.

"I've a good mind to make myself ugly as sin, Tiny," said Fin,
pettishly. But she did not, for she looked very piquante in her palest
of pale blue diaphanous dresses, while her sister looked very sweet and
charming in white.

"Why, Tiny, you look quite poorly," cried Fin, in alarm. "Pray, don't
look like that, or that wretch Trevor will see that you've been
fretting. If he prefers little servant-girls to my dear sister, let him
have them."

"Fin, dear, you hurt me," said Tiny, simply; and there was such a
tender, reproachful look in her sweet eyes that Fin gave a gulp, and,
regardless of her get-up, threw herself on her sister's breast.

"I'm such a thoughtless wretch, Tiny; I won't say so any more."

"Please, Miss, your par says are you a coming down?" said the maid sent
to summon them; and they went down, to find Sir Hampton in so violently
stiff a cravat, that the wonder was how it was possible that it could be
tied in a bow, and the spectator at last came to the conclusion