CHAPTER XXIII.
LIFE IN BOSTON.
"Come this way, Mary.

I'll show you your chamber.

It's right here next to mine," said Ida Selden, as on the evening of her friend's arrival she led her up to a handsomely furnished apartment, which for many weeks had borne the title of "Mary's room." "Oh, how pleasant!" was Mary's exclamation, as she surveyed the room in which every thing was arranged with such perfect taste.
A cheerful coal fire was blazing in the grate, for no murderous stove was ever suffered to invade the premises where Aunt Martha ruled.

The design of the Brussels carpet was exquisitely beautiful, and the roses upon it looked as if freshly plucked from the parent stalk.

At one end of the room, and just opposite the grate, were two bay windows, overlooking Mr.Selden's fine, large garden, and shaded by curtains of richly embroidered lace.