n into the closet, and leading the way into the parlor.

Candace, who had heard all, and was feeling awkward and guilty to the
last degree, rose as they entered, and courtesied to Miss Colishaw.
Perhaps her face showed something of the shame and annoyance with which
her heart was filled; for Miss Colishaw's iron expression relaxed a
little, and the "Good-afternoon" she vouchsafed her sounded a shade less
implacable.

"Oh, I forgot!" said Mrs. Joy, turning back to the rear room. "There's
this old chair, Miss Collisham."

"_Colishaw_'s my name," interposed her hostess.

"I beg your pardon, I'm sure; so it is, of course. Well, as I was
saying, I noticed a delightful old arm-chair in this room,--ah, there
it is! It exactly matches some without arms which I bought at Sypher's.
If you'd like to part with this and the other in the front room,
Miss--Miss Collishall, I should be glad to buy them; and I'd give you a
very good price for them because of the match."

Miss Colishaw made no answer.

"Then there's some china that I _observed_ in another closet," went on
Mrs. Joy, returning again to the parlor, and opening the door of the
closet in question. "This red and blue, I mean. I see you have a good
deal of it, and it's a kind I particularly fancy. It's like some which
my dear old grandmother used to have." Mrs. Joy's tone became quite
sentimental. "I'd give almost anything for it, for the sake of old
associations. I wish you'd fix a price on this, Miss Collisham."

"Very well, then, I will,--one million of dollars," replied Miss
Colishaw, losing all command over her temper. "No, ma'am, I'm not
joking. One million of dollars!--not a cent less; and not even that
would pay me for my mother's china, and the chair my father used to sit
in when he was old. They ain't for sale; and when I've said that once,
I've said it for always."

"But, my dear Miss Collishall--"

"I ain't your dear, and my name ain't Collishall. Colishaw's what I'm
called; and it's a good old Newport name, though you don't seem to be
able to remember it."

"I beg your pardon," said Mrs. Joy, loftily. "It's rather an unusual
name, and I never happened to hear it till to-day. Then you don't care
to sell any of these old things?"

"No, ma'am, not one thing."

"Well, I must say that I consider you very foolish. This sort of old
stuff won't always be the fashion; and the minute the fashion goes out,
they won't be worth anything. Nobody will want to buy t