"Mother didn't dare tell him about your new dress, for he told her she mustn't get any thing charged, and he said, too, something about hard times.

Perhaps he's going to fail.

Wouldn't it be dreadful ?" If Rose heard the last part of this sentence she did not need it, for to her the idea of her father's failing was preposterous.

When the dinner bell rang she threw on a heavy shawl, and descending to the dining parlor, remained below stairs all the afternoon, forcing back her cough, and chatting merrily with a group of young girls who had called to see her, and congratulated her upon her improved health, for excitement lent a deep glow to her cheek, which would easily deceive the inexperienced.

The next day, owing to overexertion, Rose's temples were throbbing with pain, and more than once, she half determined not to go; but her passion for society was strong, and Mrs.Russell's party had so long been anticipated and talked about that she felt she would not miss it for the world, and as she had confessed to Jenny, there was also a mean curiosity to see how Mary Howard would appear at a fashionable party.
"Saturate my handkerchief with cologne, and put the vinaigrette where I can reach it while you arrange my hair," said she to Sarah, who at the usual hour came up to dress her young mistress for the evening.
"There, be careful and not brush so hard, for that ugly pain isn't quite gone--now bring me the glass and let me see if I do look like a ghost." "Pale, delicate folks is always more interesting than red, hearty ones," said the flattering servant, as she obeyed.
"Mercy, how white I am!" exclaimed Rose, glancing at the ashen face reflected by the mirror.