ears.  He had a way of shaping his remarks so as to make it appear that the homely, timid woman was, if anything, rather the superior in rank and education, and that their simple ways might now and then cause her amusement.  Even the children seemed to do their best to make the newcomer feel at home.  Cissy, whose age was nine, assiduously handed toast and cake with a most engaging smile, and little Minnie, not quite six, deposited her kitten in Miss Shepperson’s lap, saying prettily, ‘You may stroke it whenever you like.’

Miss Shepperson, to be sure, had personal qualities which could not but appeal to people of discernment.  Her plain features expressed a simplicity and gentleness which more than compensated for the lack of conventional grace in her manners; she spoke softly and with obvious frankness, nor was there much fault to find with her phrasing and accent; dressed a little more elegantly, she would in no way have jarred with the tone of average middle-class society.  If she had not much education, she was altogether free from pretence, and the possession of property (which always works very decidedly for good or for evil) saved her from that excess of deference which would have accentuated her social shortcomings.  Undistinguished as she might seem at the first glance, Miss Shepperson could not altogether be slighted by any one who had been in her presence for a few minutes.  And when, in the course of the evening, she found courage to converse more freely, giving her views, for instance, on the great servant question, and on other matters of domestic interest, it became clear to Mr. and Mrs. Rymer that their landlady, though a soft-hearted and simple-minded woman, was by no means to be regarded as a person of no account.

The servant question was to the front just now, as Mrs. Rymer explained in detail.  She, ‘of course,’ kept two domestics, but was temporarily making shift with only one, it being so difficult to replace the cook, who had left a week ago.  Did Miss Shepperson know of a cook, a sensible, trustworthy woman?  For the present Mrs. Rymer—­she confessed it with a pleasant little laugh—­had to give an eye to the dinner herself.

‘I only hope you won’t make yourself ill, dear,’ said Mr. Rymer, bending towards his wife with a look of well-bred solicitude.  ’Miss Shepperson, I beg you to insist that she lies down a little every afternoon.  She has great nervous energy, but isn’t really very strong.  You can’t think what a relief it will be to me all day to know that some one is with her.’

On Sunday morning all went to church together; for, to Mrs. Rymer’s great satisfaction, Miss Shepperson was a member of the orthodox community, and particular about observances.  Meals were reduced to the simplest terms; a restful quiet prevailed in the little house; in the afternoon, while Mrs. Rymer reposed, Miss Shepperson read to the children.  She it was who—­the servant being out—­prepared tea.  After tea, Mr. and Mrs. Rymer, with many apologies, left the home together for a couple of hours, being absolutely obliged to pay a call at some distance, and Miss Shepperson again took care of the children till the domestic returned.