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Rh "You are Lizzie Keckley, I believe." I bowed assent.

"The dress-maker that Mrs. McClean recommended?"

"Yes, madam." "Yery well; I have not time to talk to you now, but would like to have you call at the White House, at eight o'clock to-morrow morning, where I shall then be." I bowed myself out of the room, and returned to my apartments. The day passed slowly, for I could not help but speculate in relation to the appointed interview for the morrow. My long cherished hope was about to be realized, and I could not rest. Tuesday morning, at eight o'clock, I crossed the threshold of the White House for the first time. I was shown into a waiting-room, and informed that Mrs. Lincoln was at breakfast. In the waiting-room I found no less than three mantua-makers waiting for an interview with the