"I begin to grow interested." "I suppose you remember Mrs.Mason, who used to live in Boston," answered Rose.

"Well, she has adopted her, I believe, but I don't know much about it, and care a good deal less." "Mrs.Mason!" repeated Ida.

"Why, Aunt Martha thinks all the world of her, and I fancy she wouldn't sleep quite so soundly, if she knew her adopted daughter was in the car.

I mean to tell her .-- Aunt Martha, Aunt Martha!" But Aunt Martha was too fast asleep to heed Ida's call, and a gentle shake was necessary to rouse her to consciousness.

But when she became fully awake, and knew why she was roused, she started up, and going towards Mary, said in her own peculiarly sweet and winning manner, "Ida tells me you are Mrs.Mason's adopted daughter, and Mrs.Mason is the dearest friend I ever had.