Upper crust ain't no better than I be." Passing through the hall, where several other women were examining and depreciating Mrs.Lincoln's costly carpets, pronouncing them "half cotton," &c., Mary made her way up the stairs, where in a chamber as yet untouched, she found Jenny and with her William Bender.

Mrs.
Lincoln's cold, scrutinizing eyes were away, and Mr.Lincoln had cordially welcomed William to his house, telling him of his own accord where his daughter could be found.

Many a time in his life for Mary's sake had William wished that he was rich, but never had he felt so intense a longing for money, as he did when Jenny sat weeping at his side, and starting at each new sound which came up from the rabble below.
"Oh, Mary, Mary!" she said, as the latter entered the room, "to-morrow every thing will be sold, and I shall have no home.

It's dreadful to be poor." Mary knew that from bitter experience, and sitting down by her young friend, her tears flowed as freely as Jenny's had often flowed for her, in the gray old woods near Chicopee poor-house.

Just then there was an unusual movement in the yard below, and looking from the window, Jenny saw that they were carrying the piano away.
"This is worse than all," said she.