eve
I can eat another mite," but in spite of her belief the food rapidly
disappeared, while she alternately made fun of the little silver
spoons, her grandmother's bridal gift, and found fault because the
jelly was not put up in porcelain jars, instead of the old blue
earthen tea-cup, tied over with a piece of paper!

Until a late hour that night, did Rose keep the whole household (her
mother excepted) on the alert, doing the thousand useless things which
her nervous fancy prompted. First the front door, usually secured with
a bit of whittled shingle, must be _nailed_, "or somebody would break
in." Next, the windows, which in the rising wind began to rattle, must
be made fast with divers knives, scissors, combs and keys; and lastly,
the old clock must be stopped, for Rose was not accustomed to its
striking, and it would keep her awake.

"Dear me!" said the tired old grandmother, when, at about midnight,
she repaired to her own cosy little bedroom, "how fidgety she is. I
should of s'posed that livin' in the city so, she'd got used to
noises."

In a day or two Mr. Lincoln and Jenny went back to Boston, bearing
with them a long list of articles which Rose must and would have. As
they were leaving the house Mrs Howland brought out her black leathern
wallet, and forcing two ten dollar bills into Jenny's hand, whispered,
"Take it to pay for them things. Your pa has need enough for his
money, and this is some I've earned along, knitting, and selling
butter. At first I thought I would get a new chamber carpet, but the
old one answers my turn very well, so take it and buy Rose every thing
she wants."

And all this time the thankless girl up stairs was fretting and
muttering about her grandmother's _stinginess_, in not having a better
carpet "than the old faded thing which looked as if manufactured
before the flood!"

CHAPTER XXIX.

A NEW DISCOVERY.

On the same day when Rose Lincoln left Boston for Glenwood, Mrs.
Campbell sat in her own room, gloomy and depressed. For several days
she had not been well, and besides that, Ella's engagement with Henry
Lincoln filled her heart with dark forebodings, for rumor said that he
was unprincipled, and dissipated, and before giving her consent Mrs.
Campbell had labored long with Ella, who insisted "that he was no
worse than other young men,--most of them drank occasionally, and
Henry did nothing more!"

On this afternoon she had again conversed with Ella, who angrily
de