He then asked Mr.Bartley where he was to be found; and when Bartley told him at the "Dun Cow," he looked at Mary and said, "Oh!" Mary understood in a moment, and laughed and said: "We are very comfortable, I assure you.

We have the parlor all to ourselves, and there are samplers hung up, and oh! such funny pictures, and the landlady is beginning to spoil me already." "Nobody can spoil you, Mary," said Mr.Bartley.
"You ought to know, papa, for you have been trying a good many years." "Not very many, Miss Bartley," said Colonel Clifford, graciously.

Then he gave half a start and said: "Here am I calling her miss when she is my own niece, and, now I think of it, she can't be half as old as she looks.
I remember the very day she was born.

My dear, you are an impostor." Bartley changed color at this chance shaft.

But Colonel Clifford explained: "You pass for twenty, and you can't be more than--Let me see." "I am fifteen and four months," said Mary, "and I do take people in--_cruelly_." "Well," said Colonel Clifford, "you see you can't take me in.