"My missus is right glad to sees you--she is.

Be a heap o' dancin' did to-night," he would say, as he bowed the guests into the hall.
At ten o'clock the brilliantly-lighted parlors were filled, and presented the appearance of a garden of flowers variously colored.

There were merry, laughing voices, graceful forms, young and happy faces, forming the light and shade of the picture presented to the eye.

The ponderous figure of Mrs.Chapman formed a sort of central object.

The lady was indeed got up in a gorgeous style of dress, for she wore all the colors of the rainbow, without their blending, had flounces nearly to her waist, giving her the appearance of an half-inflated balloon; and she had made a very flower-basket of her head.