I can't imagine where on earth he could have heard it, for I haven't mentioned it to a soul except Lydia Peyton.

Yes, I believe I did speak of it to Bessie Spencer at the meeting of the Ladies' Aid Society the other day.

Where are you going, Gabriella?
Would you mind putting my bonnet in the bandbox ?" No, Gabriella wouldn't mind, and taking the folds of crape in her arms, she went to get the green paper bandbox out of the closet.

Though she had sacrificed her happiness for her mother, she felt that it would be impossible for her to listen with a smiling face to her innocent prattle.
In the afternoon, when Mrs.Carr, with a small and inconspicuous basket in her hand, had set out on her Sunday visit to the Old Ladies' Home, and Marthy, attired in an apron with an embroidered bib, had taken the jelly and syllabub upstairs to Miss Jemima, Gabriella sat down in her mother's rocking-chair by the window, and tried desperately to be philosophical.

The sound of the old maids from the floor above descending on their way to a funeral disturbed her for a minute, and she thought with an extraordinary clearness, "That is what my life will be if George never comes back.