She smiled, and said she wished she could go herself, but Flora would take care of me.

Little Blanche came and took hold of my hand, chattering away, up we went, up two staircases, and at the top of the last stood a girl about seventeen, so pretty! such deep blue eyes, and such a complexion! 'That's Flora,' little Blanche said; 'Flora, this is Miss Rivers, and she's wet, and Margaret says you are to take care of her.'" "So that was your introduction ?" "Yes; we got acquainted in a minute.

She took me into her room--such a room! I believe Bellairs would be angry if she had such a one; all up in the roof, no fire, no carpet, except little strips by the beds; there were three beds.

Flora used to sleep there till Miss May was ill, and now she dresses there.

Yet I am sure they are as much ladies as I am." "You are an only daughter, my dear, and a petted one," said Mrs.
Larpent, smiling.