"She's smart enough, I suppose, but she hasn't a bit of polish or refinement.
She doesn't come here often, and when she does, I am always in a fidget, for fear some of the city girls will call, and she'll do something _outre_." "I guess, then, I won't go down, at least not till I'm dressed," answered Miss Porter; and Ella, throwing on a dressing-gown, descended to the parlor, where she met her sister with the ends of her fingers, and a simple, "Ah, Mary, how d'ye do?
Are you well ?" After several commonplace remarks, Ella at last asked, "How did you know I was at home ?" "Mr.Knight told me," said Mary.
"Mr.Knight," repeated Ella; "and pray, who is he?
I don't believe he's on my list of acquaintances." "Do you remember the man who carried me to the poor-house ?" asked Mary.
"Hush--sh!" said Ella, glancing nervously towards the door.

"There is a young lady up stairs, and it isn't necessary for her to know you've been a pauper." By this time Miss Porter was dressed.

She was very fond of display, and wishing to astonish the "country girl" with her silks and satins, came rustling into the parlor.
"My sister," said Ella carelessly.
Miss Porter nodded, and then throwing herself languidly upon the sofa, looked down the street, as if expecting some one.

At last, supporting herself on her elbow, she lisped out, "I don't believe that he'th coming, for here 'tis after four!" "Tisn't likely he'll stay in the graveyard all night," returned Ella.
"I wish we'd asked him whose graves he was going to visit, don't you ?" Then, by way of saying something more to Mary, she continued, "Oh, you ought to know what an adventure I had yesterday.

It was a most miraculous escape, for I should certainly have been killed, if the most magnificent-looking gentleman you ever saw, hadn't caught me just in time to keep Beauty from throwing me.