Dora Deane; Or, The East India Uncle

had surmised, it was washing day, and on such occasions, wishing to save work, Mrs. Deane would not suffer the dining-room to be occupied. To this arrangement the pro

was no one to see her, she found vastly convenient! Piles of soiled clothes were scattered over the floor, and from a tub standing near, a volume of steam was rising, almost hiding from view the form of Dora Deane, whose round red arms were diving

in Mrs. Hastings-her head enveloped in a black silk apron and her hands incased in buckskin gloves, was Eugenia, setting her r

h as Mrs. Hastings?" asked A

and most elegant man for a husband; while I, Eugenia Deane, who am ten times smarter than she, and could appreciate these things so much better, am obliged to make all sorts of shifts, just to keep up appearances. But didn't I impress her with

even if she does, I fancy I have tact enough to

tently, and then said, "I wonder from who

was not famous for sense of any kind, I must be a second and revised edition of mother-but hark, don't you hear the roll of w

s Mrs. Hastings coming here to call-and

wn the Stairs, Eugenia bade Dora "show the lady into the parlor," adding, "and if she

ay, when her foot becoming accidentally entangled in the apron, she fell headlong to the floor, bringing with her tub, suds, clothes and all! To present herself in this drenched condition was impossible, and in a perfect tremor

that possibly her husband might be right and Eugenia in the suds after all, a chubby, brown-fac

doing so now, replied that they were and would soon be down; after which, with a low courtesy she went back to the scene of her lat

hen the rustle of female garments aroused her, and in a moment Eugenia and Alice swept into the room. Both were tastefully dress

" said Eugenia; adding, that "Mrs. Hastings must hav

hroughout the entire day their admiration, both for the place and its owner, increased, though Eugenia could not conceal from herself the fact, that she stood very much in fear of the latter, whose keen black eyes seemed to read her very thoughts. How such a man came to marry Ella Grey, was to her a puzzle; and if occasionally she harbored the thought that Eugenia Deane was far better suited to be the mistress of Howard Hastings's home than the childish creature he had chosen, she was only guilty of what had, in a similar manner, been done by m

xt summer's sun would shine, she hid her face in her husband's bosom, and sobbed aloud. Instantly a dark thought flashed upon Eugenia-a thought which even she would not harbor, and casting it aside, she drew nearer to the weeping Ella, striving by an increased tenderness of manner to atone for having dared to think of a time when the little willow chair

they at last started for home, and she saw how tenderly he wrapped a warm shawl around his delicate young wife, who insisted upon going with them, she

but as the silvery voice of Ella fell upon her ear, she arose, and going t

her shawl, and flinging back her golden curls, Ella sprang up t

he stole back to her room, and, resuming her seat by the window, dreamed, as maidens of thirteen will, o

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