So do your best, and improve the pattern we have selected, if it will bear improvement." The milliner promised to do her "prettiest," and Mrs.Ballman returned home in a state of considerable elation at the prospect of carrying off the palm, and humiliating her rival at the same time.
Mrs.Claudine, though a little vain, and fond of excelling, was a woman of kind feelings, and entirely superior to the petty jealousies that annoyed Mrs.Ballman, and soured her towards all who succeeded in rivalling her in matters of taste and fashion.

Of what was passing in the mind of the lady who had been so troubled at her reception of a new style of bonnet from New York, she was entirely ignorant.

She was not even aware that Mrs.Ballman had ordered the same article, nor that she had suffered a disappointment.
Saturday came.

Mrs.Claudine was busy over some little article of dress that was to add to her appearance on the next day, when an Irish girl, who had formerly lived with her, entered her room.
"Ah! Kitty!" said the lady pleasantly.

"How do you do ?" "I'm right well, mum, thankee," replied Kitty, with a courtesy.
"Where do you live now, Kitty ?" inquired Mrs.Claudine.
"I'm living with Mrs.Ballman," said the girl.
"A very good place, I have no doubt." "Oh, yes, mum.