Real Folks

eir house at Z--. They had an auction of all the furniture of their drawing-room, dining-room, library, and first floor of sleeping-rooms.

s. Old wine and new bottles, you know! Clear all off with a country auction. Everybody comes, and they all fight for

his own house on their arrival. But here

w which way to turn. I can put you in the way of rooms at the Bellevue, exactly the thing, for a hundred and fifty a month. No servants, you see; meals at the restaurant, and very good, too. The Wedringtons are to give them up unexpectedly; going to Europe; poor Mrs. Wedrington is so out of health. And about the house; don't decide in a hurry; see what your uncle says, and your sister. It's very likely she'

is hooked; and then somebody else is to be grateful for the preference. I wish Mrs. Megil

h in the family, her chum-sister. Helena did very well to talk to; she

t a time. You don't take it in away down under your belt, do you? You're not particular about that. You don't know much, after all. You don't know how you do it. You aren't learning of Madame

rippling folds turned naturally under her fingers into their places. The color was bright still, and it had not thinned. Over her brows it parted richly, with no fuzz or crimp; but a sweet natural wreathing look that made her face young. Mrs. Ledwith had done hers over slate-pencils till she had burned it off; and now tied on a friz, that came low down, for fashion's sake, and left visible only a little bunch o

of the country and the old times; but hair takes up a deal of room. She brought down all her dear old fu

nursed my babies in; and this is the old oak table we've sat round three times a day, the family of us growing and thinning

ejaculated her amazement at her having

wn goes with us. The little things that we have used, and that have grown around us with our living,-they are all o

ust suited Mrs. Ripwinkl

e yard, on the right hand side as you came in, was laid out in narrow walks between borders of blossoming plants. There were vines against the brick end o

had twelve-paned sashes,-twenty-four to a window. Mrs. Ripwinkley

's prompt decision for the house which she did not wa

nothing by and by you will think differently. This house is fearfully old-fashioned, fearfully; and i

to hills, a

gs you won't be able to get over. You'll never s

et, and sheltered, and clean. I like

east! It's wicked to let you go on so!

sed. One of you should certainly be in his neighborhood. He has been here from time immemorial; and any place grows respectable by staying in it long enoug

ever will know what she

p, and stopped, because it really was

den away for awhile, to get that mountain sleep out of her eyes, if it should prove

's society, in a cozy way, of mornings, up in her room; that was her chief idea about it. There were a good many times and things in which she scarcely expected much companionship from Frank. She would not have said even to herself, t

would not have gay colors to put them out of countenance; for even if she re-covered them, she said they should have the same old homey complexion. So she chose a fair, soft buff, with a pattern of brown leaves, for her parlor paper; Mrs. Ledwith, meanwhile, plungi

ll it Mile Hill? You could keep it for old times' sake, and sit there mornings; th

t be me." said Mrs.

ooks,'" said Diana to her mother, at ho

w pretty she did look in that new hat!' And after the great party they went to at that Miss Hitchler's, they never told a word about it except how girls 'looked.' I wonder what they d

. In the meantime, we'll make our house say, and not look. Say something true, of course. Things won't say anyth

g!" said Hazel

went off together. "Two months ago they were sitting out on

said Luclarion.

l things,-in their country life and their little dreams of the world. Two months' contact with people and thing

d got hold already of the smal

hat her mother had told about, or where the nice neighbors were t