CHAPTER XIII.
DORA'S NEW MIND When Ralph Haverley made up his mind to agree to anything, he did it with his whole soul, and if he had had any previous prejudices against it, he dismissed them; so as he sat at supper with the doctor and his sister he was very much amused at being waited upon by a woman in a pink sunbonnet.
That she should wear such a head-covering in the house was funny enough in itself, but the rest of her dress was also extremely odd, and she kept the front of her dark projecting bonnet turned downward or away, as if she had never served gentlemen before, and was very much overpowered by bashfulness.

But for all that she waited very well, and with a light quickness of movement unusual in a servant.
"I am afraid, doctor," said Miriam, when the pink figure had gone downstairs to replenish the plate of rolls, "that you will miss your dinner.

I have heard that you have a most wonderful cook." "She is indeed a mistress of her art," replied the doctor; "but you do very well here, I am sure.

That new cook of yours beats Phoebe utterly.

I know Phoebe's cooking." "But you must not give her all the credit," exclaimed Miriam; "I made that bread, although she shaped it into rolls.