‘Is that you, Hannah?’ cried a voice from Miss La Creevy’s sitting–room, whence shone the light of a feeble candle.

“You’ve never tried?” enquired Miss Allan. “Then I consider that it is your duty to try now. Why, you may add a new pleasure to life, and as you are still young—” She wondered whether a button–hook would do. “I make it a rule to try everything,” she said. “Don’t you think it would be very annoying if you tasted ginger for the first time on your death–bed, and found you never liked anything so much? I should be so exceedingly annoyed that I think I should get well on that account alone.”