CHAPTER XI.
THE LADY IN BLACK.
"I 've had a little adventure," said Polly to her mother one afternoon.
"I went out, for the sake of the ride, on the Sutler Street cable-cars with Milly Foster.

When we came to the end of the line, Milly walked down to Greary Street to take her car home.

I went with her to the corner, and as I was coming back I saw a lady in black alighting from an elegant carriage.

She had a coachman and a footman, both with weeds on their hats, and she seemed very sad and grave; but she had such a sweet, beautiful face that I was sorry for her the first moment I looked at her.

She walked along in front of me toward the cemetery, and there we met those boys that stand about the gate with bouquets.
She glanced at the flowers as if she would like to buy some, but you know how hideous they always are, every color of the rainbow crowded in tightly together, and she looked away, dissatisfied.