counterpart that no one, unless
a keen observer, could detect a difference. The stranger was a keen
observer and noticed that, while eyes, teeth, hair, and rich complexion
were identical, also the height and build, the expression was quite
different. Where the first-comer was alert, bird-like, and possibly
inclining to sharpness, the second was more dreamy, peaceful, and slow.
She had called the one "Hope," and saw, with quick pleasure, that she
was right, for as the girl stopped suddenly, abashed at finding a
stranger in the room, Mrs. Gunter said apologetically--
"I was jest takin' this lady through, Miss Hope. She thowt as she
might be a-wantin' of these after you an' Miss Faith was a-gone, maybe.
Mrs. Rollston it is."
Each young girl acknowledged the introduction with a pleasant little
nod, and a murmured, "Happy to meet you, Mrs. Rollston," so precisely
similar in voice and manner that she could not help an amused smile;
yet, even here she could detect that same subtle difference in the
expression. Hope's nod was accompanied by a blithe glance, keen, yet
inviting, Faith's with a softly-inquiring, yet half-indifferent look,
as if some undercurrent of thought were still unstirred. She felt that
Hope appropriated her friendliness as a matter of course, while Faith,
though not repelling it, maintained a fine reserve which might, or
might not, vanish like hoar-frost in the first sun-ray of affection.
She said gently, "Your kind Mrs. Gunter has been telling me something
of your plans. It takes a great deal out of a house when young people
leave it."
"Dear old Deb! She doesn't realize what a lot of care it will take off
her shoulders, though," cried Hope, quickly. "It will give her hours
and hours for Gyp and the lodgers. You see,"--laughing and dimpling
till Mrs. Rollston longed to kiss her,--"I put the dog first."
"Which does not hurt my feelings yet, whatever it may do later,"
returned that lady in kind. "And when do you sail, may I ask?"
"To-morrow morning. I'm so glad we're to start by daylight. We're
going to take Debby out, and send her back in the pilot boat, aren't
we, Faith?"
"You nearly promised, you know, Debby," put in the one addressed,
seeing dissent in her eye.
"But not quite, honey. I allays feels it's a temptin' of Proverdance
for such a shaped woman as I be to set foot on things what goes
a-rockin' around on the water. I like to feel good solid earth under
them feet!" and
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