She was a year with Lady Augusta Hardy, in Ireland.

Don't you remember the grand wedding father and mother attended in Allington two or three years ago, when Augusta Browne was married to an Irish lord, who had been bought by her money ?--for of course he did not care much for her.

Well, Doris went out with her as maid, and acts as if she, too, had married a peer.

She came last night, and mamma and I are already as afraid of her as we can be, she is so fine and airy.

She insisted upon dressing me this morning, and I felt all the while as if she were thinking how red and ugly my hair is, or counting the freckles on my face, and contrasting me with 'my Lady Augusta,' as she calls her.