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Perhaps no one was so greatly relieved by the advent of Cousin Judith as Phœbe Daring. The girl had keenly felt her responsibilities during the troubled months since her father's death, and her days and nights had been filled with anxieties. Now, however, she could cast all worry to the winds, for the new head of the household, albeit gentle of demeanor, low voiced and cheery, had nevertheless a reserve force and power of command that inspired confidence, being in sharp contrast to Phœbe's own inexperience and lack of self reliance.
Aunt Hyacinth also felt relief. She had not worried much, at any time; it wasn't her way. But Phœbe's girlish responsibilities were as nothing compared to those of the black mammy whose tenderly reared brood seemed, in these adverse times, to have become neglected and forsaken by all the world. She hailed Miss Eliot's coming with joy and unfeigned gratitude, and when she understood that "Miss Judy," as she called her in the old days, was to take charge of the household, she felt a great weight lifted from her brave old shoulders.