As we drew near I heard the voice of Mrs.Horace Dunkelberg and that of another woman quite as strange to my ear--a high-pitched voice of melting amiability.

It was the company voice of my Aunt Deel.

I had observed just a faint suggestion of it when the neighbors came, or when meeting was over, but I had never before heard the full-fledged angelicity of her company voice.

It astonished me and I began to regard her as a very promising old lady.

Uncle Peabody, himself, had undergone a change in the presence of the Dunkelbergs.