Ellen saw the incongruity of her mother in Cynthia's drawing-room with a torture which she never forgot.

Going home she clung hard to her mother's arm all the way.

She was fairly fierce with love and loyalty.

She was so indignant with herself that she had seen the incongruity.

"I think our parlor is enough sight prettier than hers," she said, defiantly, when they reached home and the hideous lamp was lighted.