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candelabras, &c., &c. Servants rushing out to assist Eda; and I really had no opportunity of asking," the draymen, shouting, tumbling over one another said she, smiling. “Now I might have learned somein an agony of amazement at “Miss Sally's impor- thing more interesting for your benefit.” tance, and ransacking drawers and closets for cup- “Not for mine, Fanny,' returned Mi-8 Seymour, towels and tumbler-towels that were insufficient for lang hing. “ Poor Mrs. Jones! she could not tell you all the wiping that was to be done.
that Mrs. Macfuss did not accept her polite invitation, The table was set out-and a magnificent one it and in her absence, she considered her rooms empıy. was, if profusion is beauty. There was nothing Is she not a host within herself ?" wanting. Plenty of lights, too, were in readiness, " I should like to have seen her reception of Mrs. and nearly all was completed the erening before, 10 Jones's envelopes and cards,” exclaimed young Seypoor Mrs. Jones's relief. She went to bed, endea- mour, rising from the sofa, and seating himself at his voring to think the fatigue a pleasure, and slept sister's side. “It is certainly a bore to have such soundly enough to feel recruited.
vulgarjans thrust themselves among us. Fancy your But, alas! a bad day and a worse night damped her compliance with the request I heard her make you, expectations, and she walked about, giving her direc- Eda, to 'Come over and be intimate!'” tions with less buoyancy than the evening previous. "You may look as disdainful as you please, my Then, the fair moon was filling the earth with her exclusive brother," said Mrs. Hill, laying her white silver ligbi, and covering the galleries (whereon hand upon his own, “but I prophecy Mrs. Jones's the guests were to have promenaded) with her radi- rise in the world of fashion as a thing of certain ance. Now, the air was damp and chilly, the rain occurrence, as much as we all now laugh at and was still dropping over the roof, and the roads were, despise her vulgarity and ignorance. She will be as of course, almost impassable. The grandees shrug. well considered as you or I, and more, for she has ged their shoulders at the idea of a wet drive to Mrs. wealth, and we have only education and highJones's party, and many who would have gone, re- breeding." mained at home for want of comfortable equipages. “ Tell it not in Gaih! What, Macfusses and all,
The musicians called the quadrilles in hoarse Fanny!" cried her brother. “Impossible! No one is voices, and their instruments were out of tune. The a prophet in his own country, my dear sister, and thus wind blew out the lights, and great confusion pre- I console myself for the shock you have given me.” vailed among the dancers. The icing ran down the “ Nous verrons, se que nous verrons, Harry," sides of the cakes, the Charlotte Russes flowed over said Mrs. Hill, smiling, “but I think I am right. and ibe beautiful jelly, so perfectly moulded, melted Human nature is the same all over the world, and I away like a dream. Mrs. Jones was ready to swoon, have learned to study it of late years. Did not Lady but rallied, and talked louder than ever as she ran to Montague write, that wherever she had gone in her and fro, in great agony of mind. Her husband suf- travels in Europe and the East, she met with men fered less; he was winning at cards, and the ex- and women penses of the party were much lessened as some of “Very true, Fanny, but if what you predict comes the guests pockets lightened. He even forgot the to pass, I sball play Timon of Athens, and fly to absent Macfusses, and wondered that Sara "took on Texas." so." Supper was announced-the champagne foamed “O, lame and impotent conclusion!" said Eda, and sparkled, the corks flew about like hail-stones, rising and running her fingers over the harp-strings, and every body was pleased but poor Mrs. Jones, sending a full, clear strain ihrough the apartment. who was glad when it ended, and lay down at length 6. If music be the food of love, play on; with a terrible migraine. Then came the nightmare
Give me excess of it, that surfeitingin the shape of one of her own black cakes thrown at I may forget Fanny's shocking view of fashionable her head by Mrs. Macfuss—and so ended the party human nature. She is a perfect old Diogenes, and for her.
deserves no better than a lub! Play, Eda, that music She had, however, the consolation of telling her for a time may change her nature.'" next door neighbor, who was too sick to accept her “Nay, sing, sister," said Fanny; “ 'l will soothe invitation, what an “elegant supper she had, and his troubled spirit sooner. Sing something from Lucia how much it had cost her.” She enumerated the di Lammermoor, and I will promise not to repeat number of empty bottles that had been full, the loaves my offence.” of sugar that were broken up, and the hundreds of But Mrs. Hill was right. She did not presume to pounds of ice that had been used for freezing, &c., deny the title of every one in our own free country &c. The dozens of eggs, the ounces of gelatin! 10 the equality it claims. She would exclude none She had followed Miss Leslie's receipts, "and," from the advantages of society, let iheir pedigree be added she, taking breath, you know, Mrs. Hill, what it might. She respected honesty, and venerated that you must go to vast expense for that, as she truth. She knew that wealth could not confer either, directs you to take the best of every thing.”
and was too often acquired in their absence; to her Mrs. Hill did not doubt it, and as she afterward it covered no faults, mended no reputation, refined told her sister, heard an account so minute of the costs no coarseness of mind, and looking upon it as affordof the entertainment, that she could easily have made ing opportunities of relieving misery, ways of out the bills for the city confectioners and grocers. making others happy, of giving to genius the advan
“But she did not tell me who were her guests, I tages of education and learning, it was no wonder
that she sighed, as she witnessed its daily influence on had resolved on her return from the North, not to the minds and hearts of those with whom she mingled. notice any calls paid her by such an obstinate set. There was no bitterness in her contemplation of its "Ah, indeed!” exclajned the bosom-friend of consequences, for she was too good and gentle to be days gone by, upon hearing all this repeated; "she envious, too pious lo repine. She had been in the don't intend to know us! Perhaps she forgets how sunshine of the great world's favor, and was now glad she was when aunt invited her and her sister to beginning to see its clouds, as her means of afford- a party, and they mortified us so, by coming with ing mere entertainment to its votaries began to de- paper crowns on their heads, and little baskets filled cline. But, although she felt privations, the want of with artificial flowers on their arms ?” comforts to which she had ever been accustomed; " And every one laughed so!" cried another. although she felt that wealth can bestow much hap- “She came to see me once, with a colored dress on, piness on those who know its proper use, she mur- trimmed all over with broad white ruffles. Was n't mured not, nor thought more of those on whom that a costume? I wonder who she is, 10 slight us ! fortune was conferring her choicest favors. No She would do better to recollect what she springs wonder, then, that she could foresee the success of from. Indeed! the time was--" Mrs. Jones, when with her accomplishments and But we have not time to repeat the angry sayings fine, noble mind, the diminution of prosperity brought of Mrs. Jones' friends. Some were told to her, but her less consideration. The mortification to her she cared not a sous, since the old set and the new was, not the loss of fortune, but the mistake she would never meet to canvass her pedigree or her made in fancying that her real worth had been appre- paper wreaths of yore. So, bidding a long farewell ciated. She knew that true hearts could not forsake to them all, she left for New York, in all the glory of her, that true friends could not be changed, and the traveling-dresses, trunks labeled “John Johnson rest passed from her mind as a dream that had lasted Jones,” and a white nurse for Master Pushaw. 100 long. Winter approached, and after giving dinners, sup.
CHAPTER II. pers, and picknicks innumerable in honor of her
" I dressed myself from top to toe.'' new acquaintance, Mrs. Jones prepared to remove into her house in town. At the same time Mrs. " Are you going out this morning, Sara ?" said Mr. Macfuss was ready to do the like, and as mortified as Jones, as he saw an unusual quantity of finery on the former felt at her palpable negleci, it was a com- the dressing-lable, embroidered collars, cuffs, bandfort to know that their furniture-wagons went side kerchiefs and gay ribbons. by side for six good miles.
“ Yes; I have some calls to make--no very imAnd so ended Mrs. Jones's first year of climbing. portant ones to be sure; I intend dining out to Mrs. The ladder seemed not so steep, nor the asceni so Hill's place at Summerfield. But as I think it a duty difficult; she could look up and smile on those at to assist in putting down the pride of such people, I the top, while hands were held out to help her as wish to go with some eeclaw, and will take Pushaw she mounted.
with me, to show off his handsome suit. Some of She dreamed of Paradise, and began to breathe and my friends told me it was folly in me to put myself hope. Who would not in her place? She talked to the trouble of calling, but I wish them to see how louder than ever, and began to patronize a few, offer- mistaken they were, poor things! when they took ing to chaperone very young ladies, or ladies of a upon themselves to treat us with so much indiffer. certain age.
Her toilette was magnificent, and ence when we were neighbors. The Hills are of no began to be elegant. Mrs. Jones had improred de- earthly use, everybody knows that! and I vow and cidedly.
declare that I saw Mrs. Hill wear that shine silk of The house continued to be thronged with her hers two winters ago. I really must ask some of ber usual visiters. Her parlors were a kind of club. acquaintances; it is worth wbile to ascertain it. I room for young men who staggered about, half- suppose I must go alone, for I could not ask any one sober, after having played cards all night, or rested 10 be charitable enough to go with me; and after their weary heads upon the satin pillows of her sofas, this, I mean to cut the Seymour and Hill clique most and dozed off the effect of the champagne. Mrs. decidedly." Jones declined all further communication with her Mrs. Jones took breath, and laughed at her own former friends, and wrote pompous notes to all who wit as though she relished it; and well she might, took any liberty with her name. It was a thing she for the idea of her being able to “cut people” was a could not think of allowing; she had certainly the very funny one to be sure. right of choosing her associates, and neither herself “Hill is doing a bad business this winter," said nor Mr. Jones could permit any one to question their her husband, buttoning his coat, and straightening conduct in any manner. Indeed, she was often upon himself before the glass. “He 'll be “done up' at the point of requesting Mr. Jones to impress it upon the end of it, I'll wager any thing, for he sold bis the minds of the silly creatures, that she could not beautiful horse a short time since, and a man must be acknowledge the acquaintance of such a promiscuous in a poor way to part with such an animal as that is. set. They had fastened upon her during her resi- Sinclair bought him, and hardly knows how to ride." dence at "the Creek," and she could not shake them “Well, I'm sure I do n't care, for one,” remarked off'; she never dreamed of encouraging them, and Mrs. Jones, with great elegance of manner and tone,
as she threw over her shoulders a Brussels cape that Equally heedless of her real fortune, bis wife prohad been sent up by her modiste for her inspection. ceeded to her duty of une grande toilette. Calling " This is splendid, I declare! I'm glad Mrs. Puff her sable handmaid, she gave directions for Master thought of sending this; it is exactly like one Mrs. Pushaw's outfit, upon this unusual occasion for Macfuss wore at the Ford's fine dinner, and so it display. must be the fashion. As I was saying, Mr. Jones, “ Dress him in the suit that came from the Norih, the Hills were rather high with me last summer; I Cilla,” said she, with an air of Zenobian auihority. never could get them to come over and be intimate. “I wish to take him with me. Be prompt, and do Now there 's Marian Fawney, as sweet a girl as ever not cross him, for he would cry, and I cannot have lived, I had only to tell her once, and we've been his face swollen. It will disfigure him.” like sisters ever since."
There were few charms to destroy in Master “ Yes; a little too intimate for my good,” said Mr. Jones's little dish-lace, but his mother descended to Jones, as he thought of the constant visits of all Miss the front parlor with a Gracchi perception of greatFawney's family. “ It may all be very fine for you, ness in embryo, and walked up and down before the Sally, and she may be a very good girl, but I think pier-glass until her father's softened image followed she loves rich folks, and no others.”
her. Sundry shrill screams had found their way be" Well, and who do n'ı?” replied his wife, who low, but as the injuries were entirely confined to felt herself subject to a similar weakness. “Besides, poor Cilla's face and hands, Mrs. Jones was satisfied. Mr. Jones, her acquaintance has been an advantage, She surveyed him attentively, and the result was consider that! I have no doubt but that through her satisfactory; although Master Pusbaw looked very influence we shall have Mrs. Macfuss in our house much as if he were about to mount Miss Foote for a before the season is out."
race, or a circus pony for a ride around the ring. “ D-n Mrs. Macfuss !” exclaimed Mr. Jones, for- His clothes were remarkable for their gay color, and getting Chesterfield in his indignation at the heart he wore a fools-cap, whose long gold tassel swung aches she had given him and his helpmate. “You to and fro as his motions grew animated. We have expect the Saxons, 100, I suppose! For they are as seen little creatures dressed like, and resembling him proud as the others, and as grand in their notions." --but they were not children.
“ The Saxons dine here on Monday," said Mrs. Mrs. Jones was whirled off in triumph to Mrs. Jones, with a look of triumph. “ They called this Hill's. A pretty cottage, elegantly but simply furweek, and I immediately asked them, reserving the nished, stood unmoved as the splendid equipage news for one of your cross humors, and you were dashed up to the front door. A servant opened it, just beginning one at the Macfusses."
at sound of the bell, and answered in plain English Mr. Jones “unknit his threatening brow" and that his mistress was “at home.” Mrs. Jones decongratulated his wife upon her cleverness. “And scended the steps, and was ushered into the parlor. never mind, Sally,” continued he, forgetting to use Suill there was no unusual stir about the place, the the more musical name of Sara, “I'll pull down prelly portraits kept in their frames on the wall, and those Macfusses yet, with the fortune I'm making; the flowers remained unwithered at her approach. for I have sworn to be the wealthiest man in Mrs. Jones's astonishment redoubled, and when Mrs. and I don't think Macfuss can say as much. I have Hill entered the room, her smiling, blooming countethe means before me, and if Will can help, 'there 's nance completed the disappointment of her guest. no such word as fail.' Hurrah, Sally! hurrah!” Nay, her quiet manner, and indifference to the mass
Mr. Jones was like Richard, " himself again," and of ribbons, flounces and embroidery that sat before almost upset the chiffoniere in the middle of the her, gave Mrs. Jones nervous twitches at the mouth,
His wife smiled benignantly upon his play- and she at length asked for Mrs. Hill's little boy, cerfulness, but thought it time to end his exhilaration tain of seeing him, as Master Pushaw looked when where it began; “for," said she to herself, “ if any he was not “ dressed in the suit that came from the one should hear him!” So she dismissed him by North.” reminding him of the hour, and Mr. Jones left his But ihe nurse entered holding by the hand a beauPenates for his sanctuary, the counting-room. In tiful boy, whose smooth, fresh complexion was ornahis mind, if mind it were, there was but one idea, mented with only the bloom “ Nature's cunning hand the one of amassing wealth, and he was as unlıke had laid on." His costume was as unlike a fancy that being of superiority, man, as the sloth to the bee. one as possible, and Mrs. Jones felt the thorn deeper While his limbs moved, while his fingers marked in her side, as his bright dark eye rested boldly and down the all-important figures, his mind lay dormant, scrutinizingly upon his visiter. his soul stagnant; and forgetful of the treasures that " What a funny cap!" exclaimed he, as it swung “neither rust nor moth doth consume, where thieves to and fro when Pushaw turned his head. do not break through nor steal,” he left uneared for "And so it is funny, dear!" replied the nurse with the harvest which we are bound to reap—the harvest true Irish naiveté. of a good and useful life. Where his treasure was, “ Take the little boy with you, Charley, and get there also was his heart; but such things pass away, him a nice biscuit,” said Mrs. Hill, and she felt reand will be like a drop in the ocean ; where then lieved as the children left the room. “A glass of would lie the benefit of all this toil, these struggles wine will refresh you after the drive, Mrs. Jones," for the vain possessions of a passing world? continued she, hoping to direct her attention to a dif
" All the young
ferent channel; and pulling the bell, she ordered a observed Mr. Fawney, screwing up his face to retray of refreshment for her fashionable guest, not frain from laughing at his own wit. fearing to display the contents of her pantry to such men in town are wishing that you would givea party. practiced eyes.
They know what they may expect, I can tell you." Mrs. Jones swallowed a sponge cake, and washed “Do they, indeed ?" said the lady, expanding. it down with a moutbful or two of wine; but it almost “Then lose no time, Marian Fawney, I leave the choked her, and she rose to go without having daz- invitations to you, for you know none but the first zled Mrs. Hill with an account of her “elegant people here, and we can ask as many as you will dinner-service, and the splendid silver tea-set.” She write down. I give you coorte blonche. remained imperturbable during the enumeration of “Will you, dear Mrs. Jones,” cried she, embracing the parties Mrs. Jones had attended, and the invita that lady with great affection, and filled with delight tions she had been forced to decline, so bidding her at the commission given her. “How kind of you to hostess good morning, the lady stepped into her car. leave every thing to me! But then you know how riage with a feeling of bitter disappointment, “ for" much I feel—” Miss Fawney here wept a little, and said she, “ Mrs. Hill do n't look at all as though her wiping her eyes and snufiling, resumed : “Now we'll husband were doing a bad business. Mr. Jones must begin with-the Macfusses, of course—hen the be mistaken; no woman on the verge of poverty could Fentons—" ever look as undisturbed as sbe did this morning." “But none of them have called on Sara," inter
No woman like Mrs. Jones could have been cheer- rupted Mr. Jones. ful under the sad reverses of the young creature whom “But they will-I know that they intend it. Mrs. she chose to despise. Her aim was fashion-her Macfuss told me the other day that Mrs. Jones entered idol wealth. Mrs. Hill cared for neither; she strug. a room like a Parisian, and that her dress was perfect!" gled to preserve in adversity the happiness that had said Marian. begun in prosperity. The object of the visit she re- This appeased Mr. Jones, and so enraptured his ceived was intelligible to her, and her only emotion wile, that it was a pity it was not true; but Miss was one of pure amusement as she resumed her quiet Fawney told an untuih so gracefully that falsehood rational pursuits. Mrs. Jones would have disdained became in her plus belle que la belle verité. pleasures that occasioned no display. Fanny felt “Shall Mrs. Hill be invited ?" asked she in a tone grateful to the Giver of all good for the resources that that plainly demanded a negative. supplied the place of the worldly amusements in which * Might as well," said Mr. Jones, picking his teeth she could no longer afford to participate; and felt that with fashionable ease. however they may gratify for a time, they leave, “Poor thing!" sighed Miss Fawney, while her face from their uselessness, a void in the heart.
lengthened as she assumed a look of compassion, That night, while she and her husband sat together “ does she go out this winter ?” in animated, sprightly discourse over some work they “Mrs. Jones says her husband does a bad business had been reading, four people were assembled around this season," observed Mrs. J. “She can't get a the centre-table in one of Mrs. Jones's handsome ball-dress, what's the use of tempting her ?" parlors. The lady herself, her husband, and Miss “Ever principled, my dear Mrs. Jones!" cried Fawney, with her brother, a little snub-nosed, purple- Miss Fawney, much affected a second time, but revisaged fellow, conceited, of course, and fond of straining her tears. “However, she might borrow talking.
one from her sister," continued she, feeling that the Mrs. Jones held a pencil in her hand. Before her more she dwelt upon Mrs. Hill's reverses, the less lay a portfeuille of unexceptionable shape and hue, inclined Mrs. Jones was to be polite 10 her. and on a sheet of satin paper she was writing a list “D-n it, let 'em come!” said the master of the of the guests to be invited to a ball Miss Fawney house, conscious of no reason for slighting people thought it advisable for her to give. It was a popu- who were never rude. " What's the difference to larity party, but as she catered for patronage that Sally how they dress! She do n't lose by it, does needed notes from the élite, not from the vulgar, it she?” was a very exclusive affair.
“ You have such a kind heart!” cried Marian, "Every ibing shall be perfectly elegunt, Marian- taking bis hand, and gazing upon him with a look of so be as select as you please, my love, I fear no two-fold approbation; but Mr. Jones turned away, rivalry in business like this; Mrs. Macfuss shall see wondering inwardly “what in heaven's name the herself at home, if she accepts,” said Mrs. Jones, girl was forever crying about!" raising her head proudly, and smiling as she con- “Come, Sara, decide! shall the invitation be cluded."
written, or not ?" said he, somewhat impatiently. “ That's right, Sara!” said her husband, stroking “ No!" said the lady, positively, for she had just his small crop of whispers. “Go the whole hog, and remembered Mrs. Hill's indifference to her costly give us something out of the way.” (Mr. Jones was silk, her new carriage, and Pushaw's fancy cap. forgetting Chesterfield, decidedly, but then he had not so much need to learn refinement, since his rise “Fanny," said Miss Seymour, as she stepped from in the world.)
her carriage one evening at her sister's door, “come “ Do mind him for once, Mrs. Jones, although you with me, wont you? I am going to drive on to the ladies do n't love obedience to the conjugal yoke,” | city, having some emplettes to make, and we can call
on Mrs. Jones as we return. The sound of her “Hush, Eda! I'm sure that we have called at a silvery voice will re-animate you this evening, for very wrong hour,” said Fanny, pointing in her turn you do not look so well."
to the cake and candles. " Does not that look like a Mrs. Hill was not as cheerful as was her wont, for bidding of guests to the banquet hall ?" her prospects did not brighten, and she had been "It does, indeed. What have we done, Fanny? sitting on the steps, thinking, until a few tears rolling How could we know of such preparations when the over her sweet face, left their glaze, and did not stupid girl said her mistress was at home? The idea escape Eda's eye of affection. Ever willing to oblige, of scouring at such an hour, too! Housekeeping however, and anxious to resume her usual looks, should be like the mechanism of the clock-we know before her husband should return to mark and grieve that it goes, but do not see the operation. When was over her sadness, she assented.
our house ever seen in such a trim by visiters ?” "You must wait awhile, Eda, until I change my “In such an untrim, you mean to say,” said Fanny; dress; I must put on a more ceremonious costume, “but pray do not laugh, Eda, it is like hypocrisy to for Mrs. Jones has ceased asking me to come over do so now, that we have given ourselves the trouble and be intimate since my fortunes are changing of coming to see Mrs. Jones.” This satin de laine would be an insult after the mag- " You are too good, Fanny; but if you keep your nificence with which she assailed me two weeks face serious in that absurd way, striving to practice ago? Can you give me time to make une toilette what you preach, I shall shriek out,” replied her soignée ?"
sister. “ Do laugh, if you feel like it." “Certainly,” said Miss Seymour, seating herself “ No, Eda, no!" said Fanny, trying to look grave. and taking her little nephew on her lap, “although you " Do not make me act rudely. We have made the require but a slight change in my humble opinion, to mistake, for we live in the country and hear none of present yourself at Mrs. Jones's door." Fanny smiled these “fine ladies' doings." and hastened in; but soon returned, looking pretty “Pshaw! Mrs. Jones cannot give a party without enough to make the fine lady jealous, in despite of my hearing of it; she owes me the invitation, and her simple attire. She had that real elegance of you also.” manner which Mrs. Jones so much admired in her- "I never shall expect one," said Mrs. Hill, smiling, self, but could not see in others that failed to prosper and the servant entered to ask “if Miss Seymour in the world's estimation.
were in the parlor.” She was “at home," the servant said, and they “Miss Seymour and Mrs. Hill,” said Eda, wonwere ushered in by an African damsel, in washing dering what was to come next. attire. Her clothes were looped about her waist like “Well, then, marm, Miss Sarly say, (and I told a blanchisseuse, and she displayed a pair of ebony her 'r was you and Mrs. Hill, 100,) that she's been legs ending with wide, naked feet. Her drapery was busy all day, and can't see no company. Here's a not like her mistress's company, “select,” but ricket for you to come to the party. Miss Sarly say seemed to hold the accumulated dust and dirt of the she never had no time to send it out in the country, house.
but long 's you are here, she told me to fotch it down. Seated in the parlors, the sisters had leisure to They a'nt none for you marm,” turning to Fanny. contemplate ihe contents of the apartment they had This new way of sending invitations was, in reality, often heard described. Two portraits hung opposite. ignorance on the part of poor Mrs. Jones. She had One represented Mrs. Jones in ball costume, giving not yet been out as far as Mr. Seymour's countrythe finishing touch to ber toilette. On her lap was seat, and thought it an excellent idea to take advana very work-box looking casket, out of which she tage of Eda's presence in the house. The neglect of was taking a string of most unequivocal wax-beads, Mrs. Hill was intentional, as we have seen, but it was supposed to resemble pearls.
now difficult to say which was most uncontrollable, Mr. Jones sat bolt upright, with a book in his hand Eda's indignation, or her sister's amusement. looking very learned, and very much puzzled about "I have a mind to send it back to her," cried Eda, some weighty question.
in French. “What gross impertinence!" But what struck them most was, that on the “ Ignorance, sister; she knew no better, and I told tables in the corners, stood cake-baskets, covered you I expected nothing from Mrs. Jones,” said with doilies, and candlesticks innumerable were Fanny. “Do let us go, dear Eda! I cannot help it disposed about the room, with unlit candles, and now, I must laugh! Come”-and she led the way curled paper wound around them. Some of the out, observing that she ought to forgive it, as Mrs. baskets contained cake that plainly looked, “do n't Jones bad not yet unlearned her habitudes de chautouch me yet,” and we forgot to mention a tub of | miere. The door stood open, and behind it was Mrs. rather muddy water that stood in the middle of the Jones, intent upon hearing what comments were folding-doors, on a large oil-cloth, as though the dark passed by Mrs. Hill, when she found herself" nedamsel, with the very short garments, had been interglected.” She had the great satisfaction of knowing rupled in the act of scouring paint at this untimely that she was seen, for Fanny's merry eyes rested full hour.
upon her; and she was somewhat disappointed as she “Mrs. Jones has scrubbing done at a strange time,” heard the sweet, silver laugh that echoed behind them said Eda, pointing to the implements before men- as the carriage rolled away. tioned.
This was not pleasant, but Mrs. Jones remem