airs 'Lina did put on, offering the tips of her fingers to good
Aunt Eunice, trying to patronize Alice herself, and only noticing Densie
Densmore with a haughty stare.

Old Densie had for the last few days been much in 'Lina's mind. She had
disliked her at Saratoga, and somehow it made her feel uncomfortable
every time she thought of finding her at Spring Bank. Densie had never
forgotten 'Lina, and many a time had she recalled the peculiar
expression of her black eyes, shuddering as she remembered how much they
were like another pair of eyes whose gleams of passion had once thrilled
her with terror.

"Upon my word," 'Lina began, as she entered the pleasant parlor, "this
is better than I expected. Somebody has been very kind for my sake. Miss
Johnson, I'm sure it's you I have to thank," and with a little flash of
gratitude she turned to Alice, who replied in a low tone:

"Thank your brother. He made a sacrifice for the sake of surprising
you."

Whether it was with a desire to appear amiable in Alice's eyes, or
because she really was touched with Hugh's generosity, 'Lina
involuntarily threw her arm around his neck, and gave to him a kiss
which he remembered for many, many years. At the nicely prepared dinner
served soon after her arrival, a cloud lowered on 'Lina's brow, induced
by the fact that Densie Densmore was permitted a seat at the table, a
proceeding sadly at variance with 'Lina's lately acquired ideas of
aristocracy.

Accordingly that very day she sought an opportunity to speak with her
mother when she knew that Densie was in an adjoining room.

"Mother," she began, "why do you suffer that woman to come to the table?
Is it a whim of Alice's, or what?"

"Oh, you allude to Mrs. Densmore. I couldn't at first imagine whom you
meant," Mrs. Worthington replied, going on to say how foolish it was for
'Lina to assume such airs, that Densie was as good as anybody, or at all
events was a quiet, well-behaved woman, worthy of respect, and that Hugh
would as soon stay away himself as banish her from the table because she
had once been a servant.

"Yes, but consider Dr. Richards when he comes. What must he think of us?
At the North they recognize white niggers as well as black. I tell you I
won't have it, and unless you speak to her, I shall."

'Lina ate her supper exultingly, free from Densie's presence, caring
little for the lonely old woman whose lip quivered and whose tears
started every time that she remembered