She had somewhat recovered her composure.
"Don't think I believed it, dear," said she to Fanny, in whom, perhaps, she recognized some of the family character.

"No, no--not at all! I said to every body in the room that I didn't believe what Mrs.Kite said, that you were hugging Mr.Dinks in the waltz.

I believe I spoke to every body I knew, and they all said they didn't believe it either." "How kind it was of you, dear Aunt Dagon!" said Fanny, as she rose to salute her departing relative, "and how generous people were not to believe it! But I couldn't persuade them that that beautiful lace-edging on your dress was real Mechlin, although I tried very hard.

They said it was natural in me to insist upon it, because I was your grand-niece; and it was no matter at all, because old ladies could do just as they pleased; but for all that it was not Mechlin.

I must have told as many as thirty people that they were wrong.