"I don't care which way 'twas." She sat up straighter than ever, and some men in a passing sleigh turned to look after her.
"I s'pose she don't think my shawl looks genteel enough to wear," Mrs.Zelotes said to Fanny; "but she's dreadful silly." They drove through the main street of the city and passed Cynthia Lennox's house.

Ellen looked at it with the guilt of secrecy.

She thought she saw the lady's head at a front window, and the front door opened and Cynthia came down the walk with a rich sweep of black draperies, and the soft sable toss of plumes.

"There's Cynthia Lennox," said Fanny.

"She's a handsome-lookin' woman, ain't she ?" "She's most as old as Andrew, but you'd never suspect it," said Mrs.
Zelotes.