her mind, and she said, "This is where we stayed last week, with Mr. and
Mrs. March."

"Those Boston people?"

"Yes."

"Do you know where they live in Boston?"

"Why, we have their address; but I can't think of it. I believe
somewhere in the southern part of the city--"

"The South End?"

"O yes, that's it. Have you ever heard of them?"

"No."

"I thought perhaps you might have known Mr. March. He's in the insurance
business--"

"O no! No, I don't know him," said Mr. Arbuton, eagerly. Kitty wondered
if there could be anything wrong with the business repute of Mr. March,
but dismissed the thought as unworthy; and having perceived that her
friends were snubbed, she said bravely, that they were the most
delightful people she had ever seen, and she was sorry that they were
not still in Quebec. He shared her regret tacitly, if at all, and they
walked in silence to the gate, whence they strolled down the winding
street outside the wall into the Lower Town. But it was not a pleasant
ramble for Kitty: she was in a dim dread of hitherto unseen and