Mary.

"Hush--sh!" said Ella, glancing nervously towards the door. "There is
a young lady up stairs, and it isn't necessary for her to know you've
been a pauper."

By this time Miss Porter was dressed. She was very fond of display,
and wishing to astonish the "country girl" with her silks and satins,
came rustling into the parlor.

"My sister," said Ella carelessly.

Miss Porter nodded, and then throwing herself languidly upon the sofa,
looked down the street, as if expecting some one. At last, supporting
herself on her elbow, she lisped out, "I don't believe that he'th
coming, for here 'tis after four!"

"Tisn't likely he'll stay in the graveyard all night," returned Ella.
"I wish we'd asked him whose graves he was going to visit, don't you?"
Then, by way of saying something more to Mary, she continued, "Oh, you
ought to know what an adventure I had yesterday. It was a most
miraculous escape, for I should certainly have been killed, if the
most magnificent-looking gentleman you ever saw, hadn't caught me
just in time to keep Beauty from throwing me. You ought to see his
eyes, they were perfectly splendid!"

Mary replied, that she herself thought he had rather handsome eyes.

"_You!_ where did you ever see him?" asked Ella.