Up two flights of stairs she followed the dark guide, and when they
arrived at Lizzie's room, whose door stood ajar, he said, with a
flourish of his right hand; "M-m-iss M-m-mordecai, M-m-iss
L-l-lizzie."

"Well, Hannibal, why don't you tell me?" said Lizzie playfully; and
Hannibal retreated below stairs, grinning and rubbing his head in
confusion. The girls were left alone. Lizzie was busy packing trunks
and arranging boxes, while every description of feminine
paraphernalia was lying about the room in disorder.

"Now let me help you, dear," said Leah, "and then we can have a long
talk."

"Thank you, so we will. I'll first tumble these things into that
trunk quick as a flash, for Aunt Rose will not come up to inspect
them, I guess; and when I get home my mother will give them a good
overhauling. I am tired and worn out from hard study and excitement,
and my good mother will excuse my disorder, this time. Cram them in.
Here goes the shawl, now comes my dress, the muslin I wore last
night. Don't let me crush that. I'll fold it carefully, for the sake
of the compliment it secured me last night," said Lizzie, smiling as
she turned the snowy garment about, folding it for the trunk.

"What was that?" said Leah.

"George Marshall said I looked like a pearl, my dress was so gauzy.
How does that sound to-day? It sounded very well last night. I
scarcely made him a reply. I don't know how to reply to such
speeches, but I thought if I did look like a pearl in my gauzy