the Lincolns, mention the Stuarts, but perhaps they have recently
removed to the city. Any way, this young man is somebody, I know."

Here Miss Porter, again looking down the road, exclaimed, "There,
he's coming, I do believe."

Both girls rushed to the window, but Mr. Stuart was not there; and
when they were reseated, Mary very gravely remarked, that he was
probably ere this in Worcester, as she saw him in the eastern train.

"Why, really," said Ella, "you seem to be well posted in his affairs.
Perhaps you can tell us whose graves he wished to find. He said he had
some friends buried here, and inquired for the sexton."

Mary knew nothing about it, and Ella, as if thinking aloud, continued,
"It must be that he got belated, and went from the graveyard, across
the fields, to the depot;--but, oh horror!" she added, "there comes
Lizzie Upton and the rest of the Boston girls. Mary, I guess you'll
have to go, or rather, I guess you'll have to excuse me, for I must
run up and dress. By the way, wouldn't you like some flowers? If you
would just go into the kitchen, and ask Bridget to show you the
garden."

Mary had flowers enough at home, and so, in spite of Ella's manoeuvre,
she went out at the front door, meeting "Lizzie Upton, and the rest of
the Boston girls," face to face. Miss Porter, who acted the part of
hostess while Ella was dressing, was quickly interrogated by Lizzie
Upton, as to who the young lady was they met in the yard.

"That's Ella Campbell's sister," said Miss Porter. Then lowering her