"How d'ye do, Enna ?" "Yes, even you are sorrier for me than mother is, I do believe!" returned Molly, bursting into tears; "and if it was Isa or Virgy you'd be ever so good to her, and not scold her as mother does me." "Why, I'm just worn out and worried half to death about that girl," said Enna, in answer to her sister's query.

"She'll never walk a step again--all the doctors say that." At these words Molly was almost convulsed with sobs, but Enna went on relentlessly.

"And when they asked her how it happened, she up and told them her high-heeled shoes threw her down, and that she didn't want to wear them, but I made her do it." "And so you did, and I only told it because one of the doctors asked if I didn't know they were dangerous; and when I said yes, he wanted to know how I came to be so foolish as to wear them." "And then he lectured me," Enna went on, "as if it was all my fault, when of course it was her own carelessness; for if it wasn't, why haven't some of the rest of us fallen down.

Accidents happen when nobody's to blame." "I came near falling the other day, myself," said Mrs.Conly, "and I'll never wear a high, narrow heel again, nor let one of my girls do so.

Now I'm going out.