In the midst of this, as the listeners were besought to "dwell a moment on this exquisite delineation of Nature,"-- expertly pronounced "Nate-your" by Mrs.Potts,--Miss Caroline turned her head aside as one deeply moved by the poet's magic.

But Marcella Eubanks, glancing at that moment into a mirror on the opposite wall,--a mirror in a plush frame on which pansies had been painted,--caught the full and frank exposure of a yawn.

It was a thorough yawn.

Miss Caroline had surrendered abjectly to it, in the belief--unrecking the mirror--that she could not be detected.
The discussion that followed the paper--as was customary at the meetings--proved to be a bit livelier.

Each lady said something she had thought up to say, beginning, "Does it not seem--" or "Are we not forced to conclude--" I suspect that Miss Caroline was sleepy.