I've brought you some grapes, my dear, and a jar of extra fine brandy peaches, and little Maggie insisted on sending some molasses candy she had just made." "Well, well, I did look for more sense from _you_," said Mrs.Upjohn, tapping Mrs.Dexter rather smartly on the shoulder.

"Where'll you sit?
Oh, on the bed.

Yes, Phebe's had a narrow escape, and one she'll likely bear the marks of to her dying day.

Let it be a warning to you, young ladies, to be prepared.

There's no knowing how soon some one of you may not be carried off in the same way,--just as you are dressed for a dance, maybe." Her tone implied that death could not overtake them at a more sinful moment.
"Hullo, up there! I say!" shouted a voice in the hall below, "how's Phebe ?" "Oh, it's Dick!" cried the Dexter girls in a breath.