will hold but a little, you know."

"Your aunt will supply you, of course, my dear, when you are
out."

"I'd rather take some of my own, by half," said Ellen.

"You could not carry a bottle of ink in your desk without
great danger to every thing else in it. It would not do to
venture."

"We have excellent ink-powder," said the shopman, "in small
packages, which can be very conveniently carried about. You
see, Ma’am, there is a compartment in the desk for such
things; and the ink is very easily made at any time."

"Oh, that will do nicely," said Ellen, — "that is just the
thing."

"Now, what is to go in this other square place, opposite the
inkstand?" said Mrs. Montgomery.

"That is the place for the box of lights, Mamma."

"What sort of lights?"

"For sealing letters, Mamma, you know. They are not like your
wax taper at all; they are little wax matches, that burn just
long enough to seal one or two letters; Miss Allen showed me
how she used them. Hers were in a nice little box, just like