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HAPPY AND SAD. 177

The man still stared. He had heard some-
thing about a young lady and gentleman, his
mistress’s nephew and niece, being expected on
a visit, but his ideas were rather slow. He
could not all at once take in that the dilapi-
dated little couple before him could possibly be
the looked-for guests.

But just then another person came upon the
scene. A little figure with bright, dark eyes
and flying hair came dancing into the hall.

«“Who’s there, Fletcher?” she said. “Is it
the post?”

“No, miss,” said Fletcher, rather glad of
some one to consult in his perplexity. “I don’t
know who it is—that’s to say, it’s a little boy
and girl who say as they’ve come from the
station; but I can’t justly make out who it is
they want.”

“How funny!” said Sybil, coming forward,
* and peering out from under Fletcher’s arm.
« Perhaps they’ll tell #e what they want. Who
are you, little girl? Is it my mother you want?
Will you give me your message?”