Surely, Maria, you must have made a mistake." "It's just like you, Martha, you never believe in any one's eyes but your own.

Here's the glass, look for yourself.

If that isn't a man, and a young man, and a stylish, handsome man, my name isn't Maria Peters." "You'd be very glad if your name wasn't Peters," replied the irate sister.

"But I fear me there's little likelihood of your changing it now.

Ah, here's Beatrice Meadowsweet.