Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 168: what you’re looking at

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ae Pine: aera Enters Society. 163 ie But Lavies was Bence of her profession, and needed fey instructions. She swiftly removed the traveling wraps “i saa heavy boots, and threw open one of the large trunks. . “What will you please to wear, madame?” She spoke respectfully, but there was a gleam of contempt in her eye. ~Like Mrs. Hamilton, she saw through her new mistress at once. | 3 “J shall have an easy time,” she said, inwardly. “She don’t a know anything. If that old cat, Mrs. Hamilton, minds her own business, I can about do as I like. I don’t believe she ’ -ever had a maid before.” . a Estella had little choice to make—all her dresses were. my and the swift toilet was made before the breakfast-bell rang. _ At is first chime Alwyn Bartram reappeared. “Dressed, Essie? Then come—come down. I wonder if you are half as hungry as | am? But of course you are not —you ladies never are. How do you like your maid?” — a “OR, Alwyn! !’ Mrs. Bartram said, piteously, looking up in his face, ‘ ‘must I have a maid? I don’t know what to do ’ with her, or what to say to her, and I had much rather dress ee Must I keep her?” — : | _ “Nonsense, Essie! Of course you must. What to say to Bhar. indeed! Give her your orders,-of course, and see that she executes them. And for pity’s sake, child, don’t look so. Be ehiened of Mrs. Hamilton. She won't eat’ you, although 7 awful presence of the Wolf when I introduced you. Re- - member, you are mistress here; not she, and assert yourself if accordingly.” a Assert herself! She shrank like a sensitive plant at his _ words, and the pretty lips trembled like a child’s about to ery. _ back to their source. — _ The next moment they were in the breakfast-parlor, where OM s. Hamilton stood like an elderly priestess presiding over _ Steaming urns of coffee and tea. & was a very silent meal as far as one of the little party was’ concerned—Mr. Bartram’s wife. Mrs. Hamilton’s Beinooth flow of small- talk rarely died away, and she talked well—that kind of small coin which passes muster in society. ‘Ss he retailed all the gossip, all the news, and scandal and bon- rfection in its way. “And Clara Leesom’s engagement Baa been made known ast. I always" thought Arthur Manners paid her more ia Bae si y incline to matrimony. And speaking of the Manners: ee Mier black. She chose one, and Louise arranged it and her hair, you looked so exactly like Little Red Riding Hood in the pants of the past week or.two with an easy glibness that was arke d attention. than gentlemen like him pay, unless they te th brown eyes did fill, but she forcéd those puerile drops — : (E(0) é Bk OS Selene : comicvoo.