"And this coffee is just the thing! How fortunate we have been to obtain so good a cook! I was afraid we should never be able to replace Rachel.

But even she is equalled, if not surpassed." "Still she does not surpass Rachel," said Mr.Smith, a little gravely.

"Rachel was a treasure." "Indeed she was.

And I have been sorry enough I ever let her go," returned Mrs.Smith.
At that moment a new cook entered with a plate of warm cakes.
"Rachel!" ejaculated Mrs.Smith, letting her knife and fork fall.
"How do you do?
I am glad to see you! Welcome home again!" As she spoke quickly and earnestly, she held out her hand, and grasped that of her old domestic warmly.

Rachel could not speak, but as she left the room she put her apron to her eyes.