She was evidently waiting for some one.
At last there was a sound of wheels stopping, and Reine's trembling hands dropped her work into her basket.

A ring came to the door, and Reine was in the middle of the room, pressing her hands together, and listening to the closing of the door with impatient delight.
"Miss Helen Gaythorne!" announced the servant, who knew that his mistress's young sister was expected, and who had not asked Hetty for her name.

In the excitement of the moment Hetty heard, but hardly understood the announcement.

She thought the servant had made a curious blunder.
"Mr.Enderby will come in the evening," began Hetty advancing shyly, and then, as the servant disappeared, she raised her eyes and saw Reine.
"Hetty--Helen! my darling! my sister!" cried Reine, snatching her into her arms and laughing and crying on her shoulder.
"Sister ?" murmured Hetty breathlessly, feeling quite stunned.

"Oh, Miss Gaythorne, what are you saying ?" "Do you mean that they have not told you ?" cried Reine, covering her face with kisses.
"Some kind of a relation," murmured Hetty, "that was what they told me.
Oh, Miss Gaythorne, think of what you have said! Do not make fun of me, I cannot bear it." "Fun of you! Why, Hetty, Helen! I tell you, you are my sister.