When she met Fanny she was in the best possible humor; and so seemed the tidy domestic who had admitted her, for she looked very cheerful, and smiled as she opened the door.
"How different from our grumbling, slovenly set!" Helen could not help remarking to herself, as she passed in.

Fanny welcomed her with genuine cordiality, and the two young ladies were soon engaged in pleasant conversation.

After exhausting various themes, they turned to music, and played, and sang together for half an hour.
"I believe I have some new prints that you have never seen," said Fanny on their leaving the piano, and she looked around for the portfolio of engravings, but could not find it.
"Oh! now I remember--it is up stairs.

Excuse me for a minute and I will run and get it." As Fanny said this, she glided from the room.
In a few minutes she returned with the book of prints.
"Pardon me, Fanny--but why didn't you call a servant to get the port-folio for you?
You have them in the house to wait upon you." "Oh, as to that," returned Fanny, "I always prefer to wait upon myself when I can, and so remain independent.

And besides, the girls are all busy ironing, and I would not call them off from their work for any thing that I could do myself.