You see it must be so natural for you to like the old things! They must have associations, and I wouldn't for the world, now, be the one to change them; and, after all, how silly it was of me to feel blue!" "Don't say any more, Lillie.

Let me see,--next week," he said, taking out his pocket-book, and looking over his memoranda,--"next week I'll take you down to Newport; and you write to-day to your mother to meet you there, and be your guest.

I'll write and engage the rooms at once." "I don't know what I shall do without you, John." "Oh, well, I couldn't stay possibly! But I may run down now and then, for a night, you know." "Well, we must make that do," said Lillie, with a pensive sigh.
Thus two very important moves on Miss Lillie's checker-board of life were skilfully made.

The house was to be refitted, and the Newport precedent established.
Now, dear friends, don't think Lillie a pirate, or a conspirator, or a wolf-in-sheep's-clothing, or any thing else but what she was,--a pretty little, selfish woman; undeveloped in her conscience and affections, and strong in her instincts and perceptions; in a blind way using what means were most in her line to carry her purposes.
Lillie had always found her prettiness, her littleness, her helplessness, and her tears so very useful in carrying her points in life that she resorted to them as her lawful stock in trade.

Neither were her blues entirely shamming.