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They were sitting down to dinner now, and the deacon's voice treing back to theirl, whose head was for a moment bent reverently, but quickly lifted itself up as its owner, in the same breath with that in which the deacon uttered his ary she was, and went into rhapsodies over the nicely cooked viands which loaded the table The best bits were hers that day, and she refused nothing until it caht, but now declined, greatly to the distress of the old lady, who, having been on the watch for "quirks," as she styled any departure fro-established customs, no she had found one, and with an injured expression withdrew the offered bowl, saying sadly: "You used to eat 'eot into you?"

It was the first time Aunt Betsy had called a name so obnoxious to Kate, especially when, as in the present case, great emphasis was laid upon the "rine," and froood aunt was displeased Her first impulse was to accept the dish refused; but when she rely: "Excuse me, Aunt Betsy, I love the by and by to run over and see Cousin Morris, inash to coht not be so pleasant"

"The land!" and Aunt Betsy brightened "If that's all, eat 'eh to him to make any difference--only turn your head when you shake hands"

But Katy reuessed that her i of the doctor than aof his hands, kindly turned the conversation by telling how Morris was iht of hi, too," she said, whereupon Katy involuntarily exclaimed: "I wonder if he is as handsome as Wilford Cameron? Oh, I never wrote about hian to blush as she stirred her tea industriously

"Who is Wilford Cameron?" asked Mrs Lennox

"Oh, he's Wilford Cameron, that's all; lives on Fifth Avenue--is a lawyer--is very rich--a friend of Mrs Woodhull, and ith us in our travels," Katy answered, rapidly, the red burning on her cheeks so brightly that Aunt Betsy innocently passed her a big feather fan, saying she looked hty hot