, and he was himself again, ready to enjoy the
pleasures of the day as keenly as if no harsh word had been said to
Katy, who, silent and unhappy, listened to the graceful badinage between
Sybil and her husband, thinking how differently his voice had sounded
when addressing her only a little while before.

"Pray put some animation into your face, or Mrs. Grandon will certainly
think we have been quarreling," Wilford whispered, as he lifted his wife
from the carriage, and with a great effort Katy tried to be gay and
natural.

But all the while was she fighting back her tears and wishing she were
away. Even Marian's room, looking into the dingy court, was preferable
to that place, and she was glad when the long day came to an end, and
she with a fearful headache was riding back to the city.

The next morning was dark and rainy; but in spite of the weather Katy
found her way to Marian's room, this time taking the ---- avenue cars,
which left her independent as regarded the length of her stay. About
Marian there was something more congenial than about her city friends,
and day after day found her there, watching while Marian fashioned into
shape the beautiful little garments, the sight of which had over Katy a
strangely quieting influence, sobering her down and maturing her more
than all the years of her life had done. Those were happy hours spent
with Marian Hazelton, the happiest of the entire day, and Katy felt it
keenly when Wilford at last interfered, telling her she was growing
quite too familiar with that sewing woman, and her calls had best be
discontinued, except, indeed, such as were necessary to the work in
progress.

There was a grieved look on Katy's face, but she uttered no word of
remonstrance; while her husband went on to say, that of course he did
not wish to be unreasonable, nor interfere between her and her
acquaintances as a general thing, but when the acquaintance chosen was a
sewing woman, whose antecedents no one knew, and whose society could not
be improving, the case was different.

After this there were no more mornings spent in Marian's room, no more
talks of Silverton and Morris Grant; talks which did Katy a world of
good, and kept her heart open to better influences, which might
otherwise have been wholly choked and destroyed by the life she saw
around her. With one great gush of tears, when there was no one to see
her, Katy gave Marian up, writing her a note, in which were sundry
direction