Then and there I beheld this spectacle.
Fanny, you're wonderful." Miss Newt made a demure courtesy.
"So you've really come home for good?
Well, Abel, I'm glad.

Now you're here I shall have a man of my own to attend me next winter.

And there's to be the handsome Boston bride here, you know, next season." "Who is she ?" said Abel, laughing, sinking into a chair.

"Mother wrote me you said that all Boston girls are dowdy.

Who is the dowdy of next winter ?" "Mrs.Alfred Dinks," replied Fanny, carelessly, but looking with her keenest glance at Abel.
He, sprang up and began to say something; but his sister's eye arrested him.
"Oh yes," said he, hurriedly--"Dinks, I've heard about Alfred Dinks.
What a devil of a name!" "Come, dear, you'd better go up stairs and see mamma," said Fanny; "and I'm so sorry you missed Aunt Dagon.