down the stairs she went, bringing pins to Alice and powder to
Eugenia, enacting, in short, the part of a second Cinderella,
except that in her case no kind old godmother with her potent wand
appeared to her relief!

They were dressed at last, and very beautifully Eugenia looked in
the pink satin and flowing lace, which harmonized so well with her
complexion, and which had been bought with the united proceeds of
a velvet bonnet, a delaine dress, a broche shawl, and Dora's hair!

"Why don't you compliment me?" she said to the weary child, who,
sick with yesterday's weeping, and the close confinement of to-
day, had laid her aching head upon the arm of the lounge.

Slowly unclosing her eyes, and fixing them upon her cousin, Dora
answered--

"You do look beautifully. No one will excel you, I am sure, unless
it be Mrs. Hastings. I wish I could see how she will dress."

"You might go up and look in at the window; or, if I'd thought of
it, I could have secured you the office of door-waiter," said the
thoughtless Eugenia, adding, as she held out her shawl for Dora to
throw around her, "Don't you wish you could attend a party at Rose
Hill?"

There was a sneer accompanying this question, which Dora felt
keenly. Her little swelling heart was already full, and, with
quivering lips and gushing tears, she answered, somewhat bitterly--