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"Haar's cards, Miss Quincy," she said, "Dar's twa ladies down staars"

She dropped the cards on the floor and disappeared Lena, in great

curiosity, picked them up and read aloud: "'Mrs Francis Lenox; Miss Elton'"

"For the land's sake! Who air they?" asked her est swells in town"

"Well, what on earth do they want here? We ain't very swell"

"Perhaps they want ," said Lena

She was losing no ti jerks and

going through a series of wriggles race and style to

her costuive you a million dollars," said Mrs Quincy

sarcastically

Lena, with heart burning with s, curiosity at their errand, and awe for the ave the i been

cleaned since it was born with its cheap worn plush furniture, its

crayon portraits and its two vases of gaudy blue and gold She faced the

two ladies seated on the i

an apparition in that room as was Ram Juna's rose in the dusty

phial--whether a miracle or a clever trick She looked so untouched by

any vulgarity in her surroundings, so fresh and true, so instinct with

virgin dignity, that the eyes that met her oere filled with the

tribute of surprise; and she exulted in some hidden corner of her soul

In the half-hour that they spent together she measured her new