At the Shrimps' ball, when you were waltzing with Mr.Dinks, I heard her say to Mrs.Orry, 'Do look at Fanny Newt hug that man!' It was dreadful to hear her say such things, my dear; and then to see the whole room stare at you! It was cruel--it was really unfeeling." Fanny did not wince.

She merely said, "How old is Mrs.Kite, Aunt Dagon ?" "Well, let me see; she's about my age, I suppose." "Oh! well, Aunt, people at her time of life can't see or hear much, you know.

They ought to be in their beds with hot bottles at their feet, and not obtrude themselves among people who are young enough to enjoy life with all their senses," replied Miss Fanny, carelessly arranging a stray lock of hair.
"Indeed, Miss, you would like to shove all the married people into the wall, or into their graves," retorted Mrs.Dagon, warmly.
"Oh no, dear Aunt, only into their beds--and that not until they are superannuated, which, you know, old people never find out for themselves," answered Fanny, smiling sweetly and calmly upon Mrs.Dagon.
"What a country it is, Aunt!" said Mrs.Newt, looking at Fanny with a kind of admiration.

"How the young people take every thing into their own hands! Dear me! dear me! how they do rule us!" Miss Newt made no observation, but took up a gayly-bound book from the table and looked carelessly into it.

Mrs.Dagon rose to go.