"I mean instead of Burfield's." Our young friend fairly pitied her; she had made her in an instant so helpless, and yet not a bit haughty nor outraged.

She was only mystified and scared.

"Oh, you know-- ?" "Yes, I know!" Our young friend smiled, meeting the other's eyes, and, having made Juno blush, proceeded to patronise her.

"_I'll_ do it"-- she put out a competent hand.

Her ladyship only submitted, confused and bewildered, all presence of mind quite gone; and the next moment the telegram was in the cage again and its author out of the shop.