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Rh "Well, Tishy," she said, sitting down by the dressing-table, "what happened?"

Letitia looked at the array of silver that covered the table. Some jewels lay scattered among it, and the aigrets from which she had been about to choose the one she should wear. She selected a black one, and turned it round, looking at it.

"Nothing happened," she answered. "I saw her, and bought the jam and some plants. She raises plants, too."

"Is she really so pretty?"

"Yes, very—I think some people might say beautiful."

Mrs. Gault's face fell.

"She did n't say anything about John, I suppose?"

"Of course not."

"Did it seem to you that there was anything adventuressy or bad about her?"

Letitia looked at her sister—a sidelong look, which made Mrs. Gault feel rather uncomfortable.

"I never saw any one in my life that looked to me less so," she answered.

"Dear me!" ejaculated Mrs. Gault, in a dismayed tone. "You don't say so! Tishy, for goodness' sake, look where you 're putting that aigret! You look like Pocahontas, and Tod McCormick 's coming to dinner."