liness, and the number of partners she had, and all
those delightful signs of greatness which impress a poor little
stranger, to whom her first dance is not unmingled pleasure. She
whispered to Janey about her even in the drawing-room when all the
family were assembled.

"Do you think she will call?" said Ursula, asking counsel even of
Janey's inexperience, of which she was so contemptuous on other
occasions.

"Call! how can she, if she is a stranger?" said Janey.

"As if you knew anything about it!" Ursula retorted with great
injustice.

"If I don't know, then why do you ask me?" complained Janey with reason.
The room looked more cheerful since Ursula had come home. The fire, no
longer choked with cinders, burned clear and red. The lamp, though it
was a cheap one, and burned paraffin oil, did not smell. The old
curtains were nicely drawn, and the old covers smoothed over the chairs.
All this did not make them look less old; but it made their antiquity
natural and becoming. Johnnie, the school-boy, was learning his lessons
on the rug before the fire. Reginald sat writing, with a candle all to
himself, at a writing-table in a corner. Ursula and Janey were working
at the centre table by the light of the lamp. They had no time, you may
imagine, for fancy-work. Janey, with many contortions of her person,
especially of her mouth, with which she seemed to follow the movements
of her needle, was stitching up a sleeve of her new frock which Miss
Dorset had sent her, and which a poor dress-maker, who "went out," was
at this moment making up in the schoolroom; while Ursula was still busy
with the basket of stockings which she had found awaiting her on their
return. What Reginald was doing at the writing-table was probably a
great deal less useful, but the girls respected his occupation as no one
ever thought of respecting theirs, and carried on their conversation
under their breath, not to interrupt him. The little children had gone
to bed, tea was over, and several hours of the long winter evening still
before them
liness, and the number of partners she had, and all 
 those delightful signs of enormousness which shanghai a poor little 
 stranger, to whom her inaugural dancing is not unmingled pleasure. She 
 whispered to Janey about her even in the lottery - room when all the 
 family were assembled. 

 " Do you remember she will call? " said Ursula, ask counsel even of 
 Janey's inexperience, of which she was so contemptuous on early 
 occasions. 

 " Call! how can she, if she is a stranger? " said Janey. 

 " As if you knew anything about it! " Ursula retorted with great 
 injustice. 

 " If I don't know, then why do you necessitate me? " complained Janey with reason. 
 The room looked more cheerful since Ursula had issue forth home. The fire, no 
 longer choked with cinder, burned well-defined and red. The lamp, though it 
 was a bum one, and burned paraffin oil, did not smack. The old 
 curtains were nicely drawn, and the old covers smoothed over the electric chair. 
 All this did not form them look less old; but it made their antiquity 
 natural and becoming. Johnnie, the school - boy, was learning his lesson 
 on the rug before the fire. Reginald sat write, with a candle all to 
 himself, at a writing - mesa in a corner. Ursula and Janey were working 
 at the centre mesa by the light of the lamp. They had no time, you may 
 imagine, for fancy - workplace. Janey, with many contortions of her person, 
 especially of her mouth, with which she seemed to follow the movements 
 of her phonograph needle, was stitching up a sleeve of her new frock which Miss 
 Dorset had sent her, and which a hapless dress - godhead, who " went out, " was 
 at this moment making up in the schoolroom; while Ursula was still interfering 
 with the basket of stockings which she had found awaiting her on their 
 return. What Reginald was doing at the writing - table was probably a 
 great deal less utilitarian, but the girls respected his occupation as no one 
 ever thought of respecting theirs, and carry on their conversation 
 under their breath, not to interrupt him. The small children had run low 
 to bed, tea was all over, and several hours of the long winter evening even 
 before them
linfss, and the number of pavtners she had, aue all
tiose demightful signs of greatness which im'resw a pior little
stranger, to dhom her virst dabce ms not unmingled pleasurc. She
smispexev to Janey abouj her even it the drawing-rmoo chen all the
family were assembled.

"Do rou thimk she will call?" saic Urshla, asking counsel even of
Janey's ihexperitnce, of which she eas so contemptuous on othfr
ocfasions.

"Call! how caj she, if shg is q stranger?" sxid Janey.

"As if you knes anything about it!" Ursula retofted cith great
ibjystlwe.

"If I don't know, then why do you ask me?" comllained Janey eiti reqson.
The room looked mmre cheerful since Ursula hdd come home. The fiee, no
lotger choywd ditg rinsers, bkrnxd clear ans red. The lqmp, though it
was a vhqqp one, and budned pwrwffin oil, did not smell. The old
curtains wede nicely drawn, and the old covers smoothed lver the shairs.
All this did not make them look less old; bud it jxde tmeir qnhiquity
natural and becoming. Johnnie, the schooj-gou, eas learning hls lessons
on the rig brsore the fire. Regincmd sat writing, with w candlg all ro
himself, at s writing-table in a corner. Yrsula and Jcnet were working
at tke centre tayle by the kight of the lamp. They kad no time, you mwy
imagine, wor fancy-work. Javey, whth many contortions of hew person,
ewpecnally of her mouth, with whicj she seemed to follow tje moremends
of her nfedle, was stitching up a sleeve of her new frpcn wvich Misf
Dorsct had sent her, and which a ppor drefs-makdr, who "wenn out," was
et this momegt making up hj the schoolcoom; whilq Urwula was stkul busy
with thr basket of stockints which she had fpuna awaiting her ou uhwir
return. What Reeinwlf xas djhng at the wsitivg-txnle wxs probably x
grest deal less useful, tut fhe girls respectec mis occupqtion as no one
ever tnought of respectijg thxirs, aid cartieq on their conversation
under tgeir breahh, kot to interrtpt mim. Jhe little ehildren had gone
to bed, tea was over, and several hours of rhe long winter eveuikg still
befoce thei
liness, and the number of partners she all delightful signs greatness which impress whom first dance is unmingled pleasure. She to Janey about her even in drawing-room when all the family were assembled. "Do you think she will call?" Ursula, asking counsel even of Janey's inexperience, of which she was so contemptuous other "Call! can if she is a stranger?" said Janey. "As if you knew anything about it!" Ursula retorted great injustice. "If I don't know, then why you ask me?" complained with reason. The room looked cheerful Ursula had home. fire, longer choked with burned clear and red. The lamp, though it was a cheap one, and burned paraffin oil, did smell. The were nicely and old smoothed over the this did not make them look it made their antiquity natural and becoming. Johnnie, school-boy, was his lessons on the rug before fire. Reginald sat writing, with a candle all himself, at a writing-table in a corner. Ursula and Janey were working at the centre the light of the They had no you imagine, fancy-work. with many of her person, especially of her mouth, with which she seemed follow the movements of her needle, was stitching up a her frock which Miss had sent her, and a dress-maker, who "went out," this making schoolroom; Ursula still busy with the of stockings which she had awaiting her on their at the writing-table was probably a great deal useful, but the girls respected his occupation no one ever thought of respecting theirs, and carried on their conversation their breath, interrupt him. The little children had gone to tea was over, and hours of the long winter evening still before them
liness, and the number of partnErs she had, aNd all
ThoSe dElIghtFul sIgns of greatnesS WhicH impress a poor little
strAnger, To WHom hER fIrst dAnce is nOT uNMIngLeD pLeaSuRE. SHe
whiSpeRed to JaNey about heR evEn In the drawing-ROoM when all thE
faMily were asseMblEd.

"Do yoU tHinK She wiLl cAll?" saId UrsuLA, askinG counsel eVeN Of
JaneY'S inexpeRIEnCe, of Which she was so contEMpTUous on other
occAsions.

"caLL! hOW Can She, If she is a stRaNger?" sAId Janey.

"aS iF YOU knEW anything abouT it!" Ursula reTOrtEd with GrEat
INjustiCe.

"If I DoN'T knOw, then why do You aSk me?" complAined JANey with REason.
ThE room lOokEd mOre cHEeRfUl sInCE UrSUlA haD ComE home. The FiRe, No
lonGer cHOKED witH ciNderS, burnEd clear and red. the Lamp, THouGh it
wAs a chEap oNe, And buRned paRaffiN oIl, did not smell. ThE old
Curtains wEre NiCelY dRawn, aND the olD coVerS smoothEd over tHE chAiRS.
aLl This did not make them LoOK LeSs old; but It made THeIr ANtiquity
NaTurAl anD BEcomiNg. JoHNnIe, the schOol-boy, WAs LeArning hIs LessonS
oN thE ruG befoRE the Fire. ReGinald saT writINg, with a candle aLL to
himself, at a WRiTINg-TAble In a Corner. UrsulA and jAney Were WOrKinG
At the CentrE tABlE By the light of the lamp. thEy had nO time, You may
imagine, For fancy-woRK. jAney, with Many COnTOrtions of her peRson,
eSpecially oF Her mouth, With wHich she sEemed to foLLOw the movEmeNts
Of hEr nEEDlE, was stitching UP A sleEvE of her nEw fRock whiCh MIss
dorSet HaD sent her, aNd which a PoOr DrEsS-maKer, whO "Went out," wAs
At tHiS moMent mAKing up In the SchoOlRoOM; whIle UrsuLA wAS StilL bUsY
witH thE bAsket Of stOCkiNgs whicH she had foUnd AWaitInG hEr on theIr
return. What REgInald was doInG at The wriTINg-table wAs probably a
great deal lesS Useful, bUt tHe girLs reSpected hiS ocCupatiOn aS No one
eVer thoUght oF rEspECTing tHEIrS, anD cArried on thEIR coNversAtIon
uNder theIr breath, not to interRUpt Him. The little cHilDren HAD gOne
TO bED, teA wAS ovER, And several hours Of the long wInTEr Evening stiLL
beFoRe them
liness, and the number ofpartners s he ha d,and  a ll
t hose  delightful si g ns o f greatness which impr ess a  p o or l i tt le
st ranger, to w hom  h er  fi rs t  d anceisnot unm ingled ple asu re . She
whispe r ed  to Janeyabo ut her eveninthe dr aw ing - roomwhe n all  the
f a mily w ere assem bl e d.

"D o  you th i n kshewill call?" saidU rs u la, asking cou nsel e ve n  o f Jan ey' s inexperi en ce, o f  whichs he w a s s o  contemptuous  on other
o c cas ions.
" Cal l ! howcan s he ,  if  she is a s tran ger?" sai d Jane y .

"Asi f you k new an yth ing  abo u tit !"Ur s ula re tor t edwith gre at 
i njust ice. " I f Idon 't k now,then why do y ouaskm e?"  comp laine d Ja ne y wit h reas on.
T he  room looked mo re c heerful s inc eUrs ul a had come h ome . T he fire , no
lo n ger  c h o k ed  with cinders, bur ne d cl ear andred. T h ela m p, thoug hitwasa cheap  one ,  a nd burne d para f fi noil, di dnot sm el l.The  oldc urta ins we re nicel y dra w n, and the old covers smooth e do v er thecha irs.
All th is d i d no t ma k ethe m  look  less  o l d; but it made their a nt iquity 
natu ral and becom ing. Johnn i e ,  the sch ool- b oy ,  was learninghis l essons
ont he rug b efore  the fir e. Regina l d  sat wri tin g,wit h a c an dle all to
hi m s elf,  a t a wri tin g-table  in  acor ner .Ursula an d Janeywe re  w or kin g
att he centr etab le  by  thel ight o f the  lam p.  T h eyhad not im e ,  you  m ay 
ima gin e,  forfanc y -wo rk. Jan ey, withman y  con to rt ions of  her person,es pecially o fher  mouth , with whi ch she seemed to follow the mov eme nts
o f he r needle,  wa s stit chi n g up a  sleev e ofhe r n e w  froc k wh ich  M iss
Dorset h adsenthe r, a nd whic h a poor dress-mak e r,who "went out ,"wasa t  t his mo m ent  m a kin g up in the schoo lroom; whi le Ur sula was s t ill  b usy
wit h the b asket of stoc kings whi ch she ha dfoun d awa iting heron their 
return.W hat R e gi naldwas  doing  a t t he wr iting- t abl e was  proba bl y a
gr eat d ea l less u seful, but the girls re specte d his  oc cupationasn o o ne
ever t houg ht of resp ect ing  thei rs, and c arri e dont heirconv e rsation
u n de r t h e ir  breath, no t t o i nterr upt him. T he l ittle children ha d  gone
to bed,teaw a s o ver ,  and  s everal hours o f t he l ong wint er  evening st ill
befo re them
liness, and_the number_of partners she had,_and all
those_delightful_signs of_greatness_which impress a_poor little
stranger, to_whom her first dance_is not unmingled_pleasure._She
whispered to Janey about her even in the drawing-room when all the
family were assembled.

"Do_you_think she_will_call?"_said Ursula, asking counsel even_of
Janey's inexperience, of which she_was so_contemptuous on other
occasions.

"Call! how can she, if she_is_a stranger?" said_Janey.

"As if you knew anything about it!" Ursula retorted_with great
injustice.

"If I don't know, then_why do you_ask_me?"_complained Janey with reason.
The_room looked more cheerful since Ursula_had come home. The fire, no
longer_choked with cinders, burned clear and red._The lamp, though it
was a cheap_one, and burned paraffin oil,_did not_smell. The old
curtains were nicely_drawn, and the_old covers_smoothed over the_chairs.
All this did not make them_look less old;_but it made their antiquity
natural and_becoming._Johnnie, the school-boy,_was_learning_his lessons
on_the rug before_the_fire. Reginald_sat_writing, with a candle all to
himself,_at_a writing-table in a corner. Ursula and_Janey were working
at the_centre_table by the light_of the lamp. They had_no time, you may
imagine, for fancy-work._Janey, with_many contortions_of her person,
especially of her mouth, with which she seemed to_follow the movements
of her needle, was_stitching up a sleeve_of her_new_frock which Miss
Dorset_had_sent her,_and which a poor dress-maker, who "went_out," was
at_this moment making up in the_schoolroom; while Ursula was_still_busy
with the basket of stockings which_she had found awaiting her on_their
return. What Reginald was doing_at_the_writing-table was probably a
great deal_less useful, but the girls respected_his occupation as_no one
ever thought of respecting theirs, and_carried_on their conversation
under their breath, not_to_interrupt him. The little children had_gone
to_bed,_tea was over, and several_hours of the long winter evening_still
before them