In front of the fire was a large easy chair, covered with crimson damask; and scattered about the room were ottomans, divans, books, pictures, and every thing which could in any way conduce to a young lady's comfort or happiness.

On the marble mantel there stood two costly vases, filled with rare flowers, among which Mary recognized her favorites.

But ere she had time to speak of it, Ida opened a side door, disclosing to view a cosy little bedroom, with a large closet and bathing room adjoining.
"Here," said she, "you are to sleep; but you needn't expect to be entirely exclusive, for every night when I feel cold or fidgety, I shall run in here and sleep with you.

Is it a bargain ?" Mary was too happy to speak, and dropping into the easy chair she burst into tears.

In a moment Ida, too, was seated in the same chair, and with her arm around Mary's neck was wondering why she wept.