The next morning the three from Miss Zeba's arrived, quite curious over
this orphaned family the madame had talked so much about.

As for young Mr. Glendenning, ever since Morton's description of his
sister, which instantly recalled to his memory a blushing, beautiful
face, and a hand outstretched for the gingham bonnet in his own, he had
been secretly wondering in what way he could make his surmises
certainties, without ungentlemanly intrusion; so you may be sure he had
no better business in hand when his aunt proposed the call, while her
husband would go miles any day to view a really fine specimen.

Molly, in the doorway, painfully enchained just then to her stocking-
darning, first sighted the trio, and announced in an excited whisper:--

"They're coming, Sara, they're coming! Have you got the baby washed, and
the braided rug over the broken board in the floor?"

Both these important ceremonies having been attended to, she seated
herself once more, with an attempt at composure, though every line of
her speaking face was alert with anticipation.

"Ah!" said the madame, eying her from the road, "that must be the girl-
twin,--Molly they do call her. What a _chic_ little face it is! Do
look with what an air she will make as if she does not see us; it ees
inimiteeble!"

They turned into the little gate, much amused, and she finally looked
up, with such an assumption of astonishment they could scarcely keep
from laughing outright; then sprang to her feet, and made a twinkling
little bow, which set the young man's eyes to dancing, and entirely