of the yard."

"Oh, yes.--I know,--your sister," returned Lizzie. "Isn't she to be
here? I have noticed her in church, and should like to get acquainted
with her. She has a fine eye and forehead."

Ella dared not tell Lizzie, that Mary was neither polished nor
refined, so she answered, that "she could not stay this afternoon, as
Mrs. Mason, the lady with whom she lived, was in a hurry to go home."

Miss Porter looked up quickly from her embroidery, and winked slyly at
Ella in commendation of her falsehood. Jenny now came bounding in, her
cheeks glowing, and her eyes sparkling like diamonds.

"I'm late, I know," said she, "but I met Mary in the store, and I
never know when to leave her. I tried to make her come with me,
telling her that as you were her sister 'twas no matter if she weren't
invited; but she said that Mrs. Mason had accepted an invitation to
take tea with Mrs. Johnson, and she was going there too."

Instantly Lizzie Upton's eyes were fixed upon Ella, who colored
scarlet; and quickly changing the conversation, she commenced talking
about her adventure of the evening before, and again the
"magnificent-looking stranger, with his perfectly splendid eyes," was
duly described.

"Oh, yes," said Jenny, who generally managed to talk all the time,
whether she was heard or not. "Yes, Mary told me about him. He was in
her school yesterday, and if I were going to describe George Moreland,
I could not do it more accurately than she did, in describing Mr.