IT was past the hour of two, when Jessie Loring stepped from the carriage and entered her home.

A domestic admitted her.
"Aunt is not waiting for me ?" she said in a tone of inquiry.
"No; she has been in bed some hours." "It is late for you to be sitting up, Mary, and I am sorry to have been the cause of it.

But, you know, I couldn't leave earlier." She spoke kindly, and the servant answered in a cheerful voice.
"I'll sit up for you, Miss Jessie, at any time.

And why shouldn't I?
Sure, no one in the house is kinder or more considerate of us than you; and it's quite as little as a body can do to wait up for you once in a while, and you enjoying yourself." "Thank you, Mary.

And now get to bed as quickly as possible, for you must be tired and very sleepy.