voice to a whisper, she continued, "Don't you believe, Ella isn't Mrs.
Campbell's own daughter, but an adopted one!"

"I know that," answered Lizzie; "but this sister, where does she
live?"

"Oh, in a kind of a heathenish, out-of-the-way place, and teaches
school for a living."

"Well," returned Lizzie, "she is a much finer looking girl than
Ella."

"How can you say so," exclaimed three or four girls in a breath, and
Lizzie replied, "Perhaps she hasn't so much of what is called beauty
in her face, but she has a great deal more intellect."

Here the door-bell again rang; and Ella, having made a hasty toilet,
came tripping down the stairs in time to welcome Rose Lincoln, whom
she embraced as warmly as if a little eternity, instead of three days,
had elapsed since they met.

"I had perfectly despaired of your coming," said she "Oh, how sweet
you do look! But where's Jenny?"

Rose's lip curled scornfully, as she replied, "Why, she met Mary
Howard in the store, and I couldn't drag her away."

"And who is Mary Howard?" asked Lizzie Upton.

Rose glanced at Ella, who said, "Why, she's the girl you met going out