The poor lady choked
in her coffee, and between her gasps whispered
irefully behind her napkin,--
"For Heaven's sake, Dora, put away that
mess! The Ellenboroughs are directly opposite,
watching everything you do. Eat that omelet, or
anything respectable, unless you want me to die of
mortification."
Debby dropped her spoon, and, hastily helping
herself from the dish her aunt pushed toward her,
consumed the leathery compound with as much
grace as she could assume, though unable to
repress a laugh at Aunt Pen's disturbed countenance.
There was a slight lull in the clatter, and the blithe
sound caused several heads to turn toward the
quarter whence it came, for it was as unexpected
and pleasant a sound as a bobolink's song in a cage
of shrill-voiced canaries.
"She's a jolly little thing and powerful pretty,
so deuse take me if I don't make up to the old lady
and find out who the girl is. I've been introduced
to Mrs. Carroll at our house: but I suppose she
won't remember me till I remind her.
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