nowing and
satisfied at the same time, and once more and more broadly
shewed the white ivory between her not unpretty parted teeth.

"I think you want putting in order now," said her mistress.

"Always did," said Clam with a slight arch of her eyebrows, --
"always shall. Best get him to manage it, Miss 'Lizabeth -- he
can do it quicker'n anybody else -- for me, -- and I dare say he
would for you."

"I don't believe you ever were put in order," said Elizabeth,
-- "to stay."

"I didn't use to do a wrong thing as long as he was in the
house!" said Clam. "Didn't want to. -- You wouldn't neither, if
you was in the house with him."

"What do you mean by Mrs. Landholm's getting her face straight
when he came? -- was'nt it always so?"

"'Twa'n't always _so_," said Clam, -- "for when he come, half
the wrinkles went away, and the grey hairs all turned black
again."

There came such a pang to Elizabeth's heart, such a gush to
her eyes, that she hid her face on her knees and heard nothing
of what her handmaid said for a long time after. If Clam
talked, she had the talk all to herself; and when Elizabeth at
last raised her head, her handmaiden was standing on the other
side of the fireplace looking at her, and probably making up
her mind that she wanted 'fixing' very much. There was no
further discussion of the subject, however; for Miss Haye
immediately called for her bonnet and veil, wrapped herself in
a light scarf and went out. The door had hardly closed upon
her when the bell rang again, and she came running up-stairs
to her room.

"Clam, get me the newspaper."

"What news, Miss 'Lizabeth?"

"All the newspapers -- every one you can find; -- yesterday's
and to-day's, or the day before."

Much wondering, Clam hunted the house and brought the fruits
of her search; and much more wondering, she saw her mistress
spend one hour in closely poring over the columns of page
after page; she who never took five minutes a day to read the
papers. At last a little bit was carefully cut from one of
those Clam had brought up, and Elizabeth again prepared
herself to go forth.

"If it had been Mr. Winthrop, now, who was doing that," said
Clam, "he'd have took off his hat most likely, and sat down to
it. How you do look, Miss 'Lizabeth!"

"Mr. Winthrop and I are two different people," said Elizabeth,
hurriedly putting on the one glove she had drawn off.

"Must grow a little more like before you'll be one and the
same," obser