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Before Miss Marshall had finished reading that letter she had cried three times and laughed times past counting. More tears came at the end–happy, tender tears such as Miss Marshall had not shed for years. Something warm and sweet and gentle seemed to thrill to life within her heart. So those girls were not such selfish, heedless young creatures as she had supposed! How kind it had been in Cyrilla Blair to think of her and write so to her. She no longer felt lonely and neglected. Her whole sombre world had been brightened to sunshine by that merry friendly letter.

Mrs. Plunkett’s table was surrounded by a ring of smiling faces that night. Everybody seemed in good spirits in spite of the weather. The pale little dressmaker, who had hardly uttered a word since her arrival a week before, talked and laughed quite merrily and girlishly, thanking Cyrilla unreservedly for her “jolly letter.” Old Mr. Grant did not grumble once about the rain or the food or his rheumatism and he told Carol that she might be a good letter writer in time if she looked after her grammar more carefully–which, from Mr. Grant, was high praise. All the others declared that they were delighted with their letters–all except Miss Marshall. She said nothing but later on, when Cyrilla was going upstairs, she met Miss Marshall in the shadows of the second landing.

“My dear,” said Miss Marshall gently, “I want to thank you for your letter, I don’t think you can realize just what it has meant to me. I was so–so lonely and tired and discouraged. It heartened me right up. I–I know you have thought me a cross and disagreeable person. I’m afraid I have been, too. But–but–I shall try to be less so in future. If I can’t succeed all at once don’t mind me because, under it all, I shall always be your friend. And I mean to keep your letter and read it over every time I feel myself getting bitter and hard again.” “Dear Miss Marshall, I’m so glad you liked it,” said Cyrilla frankly. “We’re all your friends and would be glad to be chummy with you. Only we thought perhaps we bothered you with our nonsense.”

“Come and see me sometimes,” said Miss Marshall with a smile. “I’ll try to be ‘chummy’–perhaps I’m not yet too old to learn the secret of friendliness. Your letter has made me think that I have missed much in shutting all young life out from mine as I have done. I want to reform in this respect if I can.”

When Cyrilla reached the front room she found Mrs. Plunkett there.

“I’ve just dropped in, Miss Blair,” said that worthy woman, “to say that I dunno as I mind your making candy once in a while if you want to. Only do be careful not to set the place on fire. Please be particularly careful not to set it on fire.”

“We’ll try,” promised Cyrilla with dancing eyes. When the door closed behind Mrs. Plunkett the three girls looked at each other.

“Cyrilla, that idea of yours was a really truly inspiration,” said Carol solemnly.

“I believe it was,” said Cyrilla, thinking of Miss Marshall.