"The silk is old," she observed complacently; "but it is my best, of course, or it would not have been worn to-day," and she gave a graceful little bow towards Aunt Theresa; "and I hope that, with care, it will serve as such for the rest of my life, which cannot be very long." "If it wears as well as you do, Madam," said Major Buller, tucking her in, "it may; not otherwise." The Surgeon was leaning over the other side of the little cart, and seemed also to be making polite speeches.

It recalled the way that men used to hang upon my mother's carriage.

The old lady smiled, and made gracious little replies, and meanwhile deliberately took off her kid gloves, folded, and put them into her pocket.

She then drew on a pair of old worsted ones.
"Economy, economy," she said, smiling, and giving a hand on each side of her to the two gentlemen.

"May I trouble you for the reins?
Many thanks.
Farewell, gentlemen! I cannot pretend to fear that my horse will catch cold--his coat is too thick; but you may.