However, for the present, she might enjoy to the utmost, and she proceeded to the little parlour, which, to her extreme surprise, she found only occupied by the four children—­Kitty holding the youngest upon her feet, till, at the new apparition, Fanny suddenly seated herself for the convenience of staring.

‘Are you all alone here!’ exclaimed Clara.

‘I am taking care of the little ones,’ replied Kitty, with dignity.

‘Where’s mamma!’

’She is gone down to get tea.  Papa is gone to the Union; but we do not mean to wait for him,’ answered the little personage, with an air capable, the more droll because she was on the smallest scale, of much less substance than the round fat twins, and indeed chiefly distinguishable from them by her slender neat shape; for the faces were at first sight all alike, brown, small-featured, with large dark eyes, and dark curly hair—­Mercy, with the largest and most impetuous eyes, and Salome with a dreamy look, more like her mother.  Fanny was in a different style, and much prettier; but her contemplation ended in alarm and inclination to cry, whereupon Kitty embraced her, and consoled her like a most efficient guardian; then seeing Mercy becoming rather rude in her familiarities with her aunt, held up her small forefinger, and called out gravely, ’Mercy, recollect yourself!’

Wonders would never cease!  Here was Isabel coming up with the tea-tray in her own hands!

‘My dear, do you always do that?’

‘No, only when Charlotte is busy; and,’ as she picked up the baby, ‘now Kitty may bring the rest.’

So, in various little journeys, the miniature woman’s curly head arose above the loaf, and the butter-dish, and even the milk-jug, held without spilling; while Isabel would have set out the tea-things with one hand, if Clara had not done it for her; and the workhouse girl finally appeared with the kettle.

Was this the same Isabel whom Clara last remembered with her baby in her lap, beautiful and almost as inanimate as a statue?  There was scarcely more change from the long-frocked infant to the bustling important sprite, than from that fair piece of still life to the active house-mother.  Unruffled grace was innate; every movement had a lofty, placid deliberation and simplicity, that made her like a disguised princess; and though her beauty was a little worn, what it had lost in youth was far more than compensated by sweetness and animation.  The pensive cast remained, but the dreaminess had sobered into thought and true hope.  Her dress was an old handsome silk, frayed and worn, but so becoming to her, that the fading was unnoticed in the delicate neatness of the accompaniments.  And the dear old room!  It looked like a cheerful habitation; but Clara’s almost instant inquiry was for the porcelain Arcadians, and could not think it quite as tidy and orderly as it used to be in old times, when she was the only fairy Disorder.