On each side of this there were doors opening into small sleeping rooms, and into one of these Polly led her companion, saying, as she did so, "This is your room, and it's a great favor to you to be so near me.

But mind, that child mustn't cry and keep me awake nights, for if she does, may-be you'll have to move into that other space, where we heard the laugh." Mary thought she would rather do any thing than that.

She also felt a great curiosity to know who her companion was, so she at last ventured to ask, "Do you live here, Miss Polly ?" "Why, yes, I'm staying here for a spell now:--kind of seeing to things.

My name isn't Polly.

It's Mrs.Mary Grundy, and somehow folks have got to nicknaming me Polly, but it'll look more mannerly in you to call me Mrs.Grundy; but what am I thinking of?
The folks must have their supper.