Lucky fellow! He picks it up!" He told Miss Vance that there was a curious attraction about her friend, "who, by the way, should always wear brown velvet and lace." Miss Vance drew little Lucy aside after dinner.

"Do you see," she said, "the tears in her eyes?
It wrenches my heart.

She has become an old woman in a day.

I feel as if Frances were dead, and that was her ghost joking and laughing." Lucy said nothing, but she went to Frances and sat beside her all evening.

When the prince arrived and was presented, going on his triumphant way through the room, she nestled closer, whispering, "What do you think of him ?" "He looks very like our little fat Dutch baker in Weir--he has the same air of patronage," said Frances coldly.