He is so true to me, and it never shall be said that I am not true to him, poor fellow!" she mused, and putting the letter to her lips again she kissed and kissed it.

"They never can get me to love any one else, never!" she resumed, when the door opened and Mrs.Chapman entered, arrayed in her best millinery, and her front hair screwed into the tightest of curls.

The good woman had evidently resolved to put on her very best appearance.
"These disappointments are very annoying, my daughter, very," she spoke, advancing and fretting her hand nervously.

"If our company does not come then--well, all our dressing will be for nothing.

I wanted you so much to see Mr.Gusher, my daughter.