BeforeRosecouldspeakagain,acheeryvoicecalledfromthehall,\"Littlemistress,whereareyou？\"
\"Inmyroom,Phebe,dear,\"andupcamethegirlRosewasgoingto\"makealadyof,\"lookingsolikeonethatAnnabelopenedherchina—blueeyesandsmiledinvoluntarilyasPhebedroppedalittlecurtseyinplayfulimitationofheroldmannerandsaidquietly:\"Howdoyoudo,MissBliss？\"
\"Gladtoseeyouback,MissMoore,\"answeredAnnabel,shakinghandsinawaythatsettledthequestionofPhebe\'splaceinhermindforever,forthestoutdamselhadakindheartinspiteofaweakheadandwasreallyfondofRose。Itwasevidently\"Loveme,lovemyPhebe,\"
soshemadeuphermindonthespotthatPhebewassomebody,andthatgaveanairofromanceeventothepoorhouse。
Shecouldnothelpstaringalittleasshewatchedthetwofriendsworktogetherandlistenedtotheirhappytalkovereachnewtreasureasitcametolight,foreverylookandwordplainlyshowedthatyearsofclosecompanionshiphadmadethemverydeartooneanother。ItwasprettytoseeRosetrytodothehardestpartofanylittlejobherselfstillprettiertoseePhebecircumventheranduntiethehardknots,foldthestiffpapers,orlifttheheavytrayswithherownstronghands,andprettiestofalltohearhersayinamotherlytone,assheputRoseintoaneasychair:\"Now,mydeary,sitandrest,foryouwillhavetoseecompanyallday,andIcan\'tletyougettiredoutsoearly。\"