"She doesn't need any more." "Oh, but this is some of my own make.

This is quite different from anybody else's," declared Mrs.Hardcastle.

"Phebe remembers _my_ jelly of old, don't you, dear ?" Phebe smiled faintly.

All she remembered at the moment was being invariably requested by the good lady to come and make it for her whenever she gave a party.
"I thought I heard talking and so I ventured to come up too," said a timid voice, and Miss Delano tiptoed softly in.

"Phebe, my dear child, my dear child!" and the soft-hearted little old maid stooped to kiss Phebe's pale cheek, and straightway began to whimper.
"Come, none of that," said Mrs.Upjohn's peremptory tones, as that lady swept into the little room, seeming to fill it all to overflowing.