"No, and I certainly hope not. It wouldn't be I that would want to call
her sister," returned Ella emphatically.

"I should think Art had sufficient penetration to see through her," said
Zoe. "But no; on second thoughts, I'm not so sure; for Ned will have it
that it's more than half my imagination when I say she sneers at me."

"That's too bad," said Ella. "But Art is older than Ned by some years,
and has probably had more opportunity to study character."

"Yes," replied Zoe, speaking with some hesitation, not liking to admit
that any one was wiser than her husband, little as she was inclined to
own herself in the wrong when he differed from her.




CHAPTER V.

"Is there no constancy in earthly things?
No happiness in us, but what must alter?"


Zoe drove over to the village in good season to meet the last train for
that day, coming from the direction in which Edward had gone, ardently
hoping he might be on board.

The carriage was brought to a stand-still near the depot; and she
eagerly watched the arrival of the train, and scanned the little crowd