Hearing Mrs.
Worthington in the hall, and remembering what 'Lina said concerning the dress, she stepped to the door and delivered the message, wondering that Mrs.Worthington should seem so confounded, and stammer so, as she turned to Adah, just coming up the stairs, and said: "Have you ever done anything with that old muslin 'Lina gave you ?" "Never till to-day," Adah replied; "when it occurred to me that if this hot weather lasted, I might find it comfortable, provided I could fix it, so I sent Mug for it, and she is ripping the waist." Mrs.Worthington was not a good dissembler, and her next question was: "Did you find anything in the pocket ?" "Yes, my letter, written weeks ago.

Your daughter must have forgotten it.

I intrusted it to her care the day Miss Tiffton called." Adah was just thinking of speaking freely to Alice Johnson concerning her future course, when Mrs.Worthington met her in the upper hall.
"I'll go to her now," she said, as Mrs.Worthington left her, and knocking timidly at Alice's door, she asked permission to enter.
"Oh, certainly, I have something to tell you," Alice said, motioning her to a chair, and sitting down beside her.

"Miss Worthington sent me a note in which she speaks of you." "Of me ?" and Adah colored slightly.

"I did not know she ever thought of me.