The high-school master was a distant relative of the Lloyd's, through whom he had obtained the position.

One evening when he was taking tea with them at Cynthia Lennox's, he spoke of Ellen.

"I have one really remarkable scholar," he said, with a curious air of self-gratulation, as if he were principally responsible for it; "her name is Brewster--Ellen Brewster." "Good land! That must be the child that ran away five or six years ago, and all the town up in arms over it," said Mrs.Norman Lloyd.
"Don't you remember, Cynthia ?" "Yes," replied Cynthia, and continued pouring tea.

Cynthia was very little changed.

In some faces time seems to engrave lines delicately, once for all, and then lay by.