“Of course we will do it,” said Dora, with animation.  “I should think a young lady would be dreadfully lonely in that great house, at least at first, and perhaps we can do something for her.”

Although Miss Panney had seen Miriam only in bed, she had a strong conviction that she was not yet a young lady, but this, like the other reflection, was not put into words.

It was not noon when Miss Panney left the Bannister house, and the mind of Miss Dora, which had been renewing itself within her with all the vigor and freshness which Dr. Tolbridge had predicted, was at a loss how to occupy itself until dinner-time, which, with the Bannisters and most of the gentlefolk of Thorbury, was at two o’clock.

Dora put on her prettiest hat and her wrap and went out.  She wanted to call on somebody and to talk, and suddenly it struck her that she would go and inquire about the kitten she had given Dr. Tolbridge, and carry it a fresh ribbon.  She bought the ribbon, and found Mrs. Tolbridge and the kitten at home.

When the ornament had been properly adjusted, Miss Dora put the kitten upon the floor and remarked:  “Now there is some comfort in doing a thing like that for Dr. Tolbridge, because he will be sure to notice it.  There are some gentlemen who hardly ever notice things you do for them.  Herbert is often that way.”

“Yes, my dear,” said Mrs. Tolbridge, who had turned toward a desk at which she had been writing.  “The doctor is a man I can recommend, and I hope you may get a husband as good as he is.  And by the way, if you ever do get such a one, I also hope you will be able to find some one who will cook his meals properly.  I find that I cannot do that in Thorbury, and I am going to try to get one in the city.  I am now writing an advertisement which I shall put into several of the papers, and day after to-morrow I shall go down to see the people who answer.”

“Oh, that will be fun,” cried Dora; “I wish I could go with you.”

“And why not?”

“Why not, indeed?” replied the young lady, and the matter was immediately arranged.

“And while we are talking about servants,” said Dora, whose ebullient mind now found a chance to bring in the subject which was most prominent within it, “I should think that the new people at Cobhurst would find it troublesome to get the right sort of service.”

“Perhaps so,” replied Mrs. Tolbridge, “although I have a fancy they are going to have a very independent household, at least for a time.  It is a great pity that the young girl was taken sick just as she entered into her new home.”

“Sick!” exclaimed Dora; “I never heard of that.”

“Oh, it wasn’t anything serious,” said the other, her thoughts turning to the advertisement, which she wished to get into the post-office before dinner, “and I have no doubt she is quite well now, but still it was a pity.”

“Indeed it was!” exclaimed Dora, in tones of the most earnest sympathy and commiseration.  “It was the greatest kind of a pity, and I think I really ought to call on her very soon.”  And in this mood she went home to dinner.