A　few　days　more；　and　the　carriage　was　driving　up　to　the　door　with　dear　Mamma　in　it；　andwhy；　there　were　three　little　girls；　not　two！　One　look；　and　the　colour　came　into　Christabel's　face。　　It　was　her　youngest　little　sister；　Dora；　who　sat　beside　Bessie！　　Mrs。　Merrifield　had　gone　to　see　Mrs。　Fosbrook；　and　ask　if　she　could　take　anything　for　her　to　her　daughter；　and　she　had　been　so　much　shocked　at　the　sight　of　the　little　pale　London　faces；　that　she　had　begged　leave　to　take　home　one　of　the　children　to　spend　a　month　with　her　sister　at　Stokesley；　since　Miss　Fosbrook　could　not　be　spared　to　go　home　at　present。　　Was　not　that　a　secret　for　Christabel？　　How　these　two　sisters　did　hug　each　other！
  But　the　Stokesley　secrets　have　lasted　long　enough；　and　there　is　no　time　to　tell　of　the　happy　days　of　Dora's　visit；　and　the　good　care　that　Johnnie　took　of　her　whenever　she　went　out；　and　of　her　pretty　quiet　ways　that　made　Bessie　take　her　for　her　dearest　of　friends。　　And　still　less　can　be　told　of　the　smooth；　peaceful；　free　spirit　that　seemed　to　have　come　home　with　Mamma；　even　though　she　was　still　able　to　do　little　among　the　children；　for　the　very　having　her　in　the　house　appeared　to　keep　things　from　going　wrong。
  One　thing　must　be　told；　however；　and　that　is；　that　when　Annie　told　all　the　wonderful　story　of　the　post…office　order　and　the　Chinese　pig；　Bessie　grew　redder　and　redder　in　the　face；　and　Susan　squeezed　both　her　hands　tight　together；　and　said　〃May　I　tell；　Bessie！〃
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