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Updated: July 14, 2025
"But is there any occasion to keep it a secret, dear?" "I would so much rather she did not know. She received me here as Maggie Howland. I am Maggie Howland still; my mother having changed her name makes no difference, except, indeed, that she is very well off, whereas she was poor." "Well, that of course is a comfort to you," said Aneta.
"Yes, I am Merry," replied Meredith Cardew in a voice which almost choked her. "And you, of course, are Cicely," said Mrs. Ward. "In this house all the girls speak to each other by their Christian names; and you will be Cicely and Merry to me, as Molly and Isabel Tristram will be Molly and Isabel to me. You know Aneta, of course. She is hovering near, anxious to take possession of you.
"It's from my mother," she said. "It can keep." "I cannot imagine," said Aneta, "anybody waiting even for one moment to read a letter which one's own mother has written. My mother is dead, you know." She spoke in a low tone, and her pretty eyelashes rested on her softly rounded cheeks. Maggie looked at her.
"Well," said Aneta, "I am not greatly surprised, for I happen to know that your father, Cousin Cyril, came to see auntie yesterday, and afterwards he went to visit Mrs. Ward, and after his visit we saw Mrs. Ward; and, although he had not quite made up his mind then whether he would send you or not, we quite thought he would do so. Yes, this is splendid.
Merry turned to her sister and said in a troubled voice, "I can't imagine why it is that Aneta doesn't care for poor Maggie. I love Aneta, of course, for she is our very own cousin; but I cannot understand her want of sympathy for dearest Maggie." "I am not altogether quite so fond of Maggie as you are, Merry; and you know that," said Cicely. "I know it," said Merry.
She could not quite understand why her heart beat so fast, but she had undoubtedly a premonition of some sort of trouble ahead. "Aunt Lucia is staying with the Cardews," continued Aneta. "Is she?" said Maggie. "Oh, that sweet and beautiful place!" she continued. "Yes," said Aneta, "Meredith Manor will always be lovely.
"Well, I've no doubt she will let you off very easily during the first few days," said Aneta. "But afterwards she is just as particular as woman can be." The girls went downstairs, where a group of other girls most of them wearing pretty white dresses, for they were all still in full summer attire met in the wide, pleasant hall. Aneta performed the ceremony of introduction.
"She is a rich woman now; but the fact is, I dearly loved my own father, and it hurt me very much to see another put into his place." "Of course it did," said Aneta, with deep sympathy; "it would have driven me nearly wild. Does Mrs. Ward know that your mother is married again, Maggie?" "Well, I haven't told her; and, please, Aneta, will you promise me not to do so?"
They are so nice you will like them; and then, of course, there's Maggie Howland, one of the most charming girls we have come across." "Whom did you say?" asked Aneta. "Maggie Howland. She is here." "In this house?" said Aneta. "No; she is at the rectory. She is a special friend of Molly and Isabel. She has been at school with them before in Hanover. You know her, of course?
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