And the younger one seems not to like it.

Girls think themselves so smart these days." Ah, there was the knock again, right there on the street-door, as loud as if it had been given with a joint of sugar-cane! The daughter's hand, which had just resumed the needle, stood still in mid-course with the white thread half-drawn.

Aurore tiptoed slowly over the carpeted floor.

There came a shuffling sound, and the corner of a folded white paper commenced appearing and disappearing under the door.
She mounted a chair and peeped through that odd little _jalousie_ which formerly was in almost all New Orleans street-doors; but the missive had meantime found its way across the sill, and she saw only the unpicturesque back of a departing errand-boy.

But that was well.