was glad to have had her, and when they gave their
house-warming she must be sure to come.

"I've had such a lovely time. Thank you ever so much."

"I'm the obliged one," was the reply.

If she had not been in the carriage she must have danced all the way
home. There was music in her head and a "spirit in her feet." She hardly
heard what Cousin Chilian was saying, only after they entered the house
and she slipped out of her wrap, with his good-night, he said, "You are
a very pretty girl, Cynthia." Of course, he should have had more sense
than to foster a girl's vanity.

The next morning she asked him about the assemblies.

"They are very nice dancing parties. Only the best people go and no sort
of freedom or misbehavior is tolerated. I think I'll take out a
membership."

"Oh, do, please do," she entreated.

The elegant wedding was talked of for days. Girls called on Miss
Leverett--it seemed funny to be called that. She was asked to join a
sewing society that made articles of clothing for the widows and
children of drowned sailors, and there were many of them on the New
England coast. Her tender heart was moved by the pathetic tales she
heard.

"Dear Cousin Eunice," she said one day, "I went with one of the
committee to see a poor sick woman who is in awful destitution. There
are three small children, and when she is well she goes out washing.
They send her driftwood and old stuff from the ship-yards, and one of
the companies pays her rent. But you should see the things! Such ragged
quilts that hardly hold together, and one little boy was without
stockings. There are so many things up in the garret that you will never
use----"

"Likely, dear, but they are Chilian's."

"He said I might ask you, that he was willing. Can't we go up and find
some? What is the use of their being piled up year after year, and
people in need? Ah, if you could see the poor place!"

Miss Eunice went unwillingly. The thrift of New England did often
shrivel into penuriousness. She and Elizabeth were in the habit of
putting away so many partly worn articles for the time of need.

"Those old blankets and quilts----"

"Elizabeth thought they would do to cover over."

"But there are so many better ones. And some on the closet shelves that
have never been used. Why, there is enough to last a hundred years."

"Oh, no;" with an alarmed expression.

"And even I shall not last a hundred years. No one does."

"Oh, yes. I knew a woman wh