CHAPTER XIV.
"Mrs.Dewey is at her father's," said my wife to me, one evening in August, as we sat at the tea-table.
"Ah! have you seen her ?" I was interested at once.

Six months had elapsed since Delia's wedding, and this was her first visit home; though her mother had been twice down to New York, in company with the Squire, who had business with the firm to which Ralph belonged.

In fact, since his marriage to Squire Floyd's daughter, young Dewey had prevailed upon his father-in-law to make the house of Floyd, Lawson, Lee & Co., agents for the entire product of his manufactory--an arrangement which the Squire regarded as greatly to his advantage.
My question was answered in the affirmative.
"How is she ?" "Looking very well." There was no warmth or feeling in my wife's voice or manner, although Delia had been a favorite with her, and we had often talked about the pleasure we should have in meeting her again.
"Have you nothing more to say of our young friend ?" I asked.
"She is very much changed." "For the better ?" "Some might think so.

I do not." There was a disappointed manner about my wife.
"In what respect is she changed ?" "Some would say that she had grown handsome; and, in truth, her countenance strikes you, at first, as much improved.

It is rounded to a fuller outline, and has a style about it, caught, I suppose, from city life and feeling.