"I never expect to be anybody, or go any where;" then, as her
services were no longer needed, she ran away to her humble room,
where from her window she watched the many brilliant lights which
shone from Rose Hill, and caught occasional glimpses of the airy
forms which flitted before the open doors and windows. Once she
was sure she saw Eugenia upon the balcony, and then, as a sense of
the difference between herself and her cousins came over her, she
laid her down upon the old green trunk, and covering her face with
her hands, cried out, "Nobody cares for me, or loves me either. I
wish I had died that winter night. Oh, mother! come to me, I am so
lonely and so sad."

Softly, as if it were indeed the rustle of an angel's wings, came
the evening air, through the open casement, cooling the feverish
brow and drying the tears of the orphan girl, who grew strangely
calm; and when at last the moon looked in upon her, she was
sleeping quietly, with a placid smile upon her lips. Years after,
and Dora Deane remembered that summer night, when, on the hard
green trunk, she slept so soundly as not to hear the angry voice
of Eugenia, who came home sadly out of humor with herself and the
world at large.

At breakfast, next morning, she was hardly on speaking terms with
her sister, while _Stephen Grey_ was pronounced "a perfect
bore-a baboon, with more hair than brains."

"And to that I should not suppose you would object" said Alice,
mischievously." You might find it useful in case of an emergency."

To this there was no reply, save an angry flash of the black eyes,