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ist eS ‘BEAUTIFUL BUT POOR. room, while Mr. Legare went to his library. Frank, with his new ideas of diplomacy, asked Lizzie if she and Miss Hattie wouldn’t take just a little dash with him in his phaeton behind his thoroughbreds. Lizzie had been out with him once or twice, been choked with dust or covered with mud, and she felt no desire to try it again. She said she preferred the family coach and steady driving. As Frank would not go alone, he. hung about the sitting-room, and got well eovered with lint while he dodged about among the dry-goods. Jessie, who had never possessed a nice dress, --was in ecstacy with everything they showed her, and Mrs. Emory had a double joy in seeing her dear child so appreciative of everything done for her. And the girl told such funny stories about Miss Scrimp and Biddy Lanigan, mimicking them so drolly, that she “‘brought down the house,’’ as the critics say. Hattie spent a very happy afternoon, dined with the family, and was then sent home in the carriage as usual. It was just supper-time at Miss Scrimp’s when she got to the boarding-house, but the old spinster was at the door when the carriage stopped, her eyes fairly green with hate and envy. Had not Saturday night been so close at hand,’ and the money for the silk dress expected, there is small room to doubt she would have had a ‘“‘pick’’ at Hattie in spite of the fear in which she held her. As it was, she said, as Hattie passed her: ‘Some folks ought to feel terrible proud to ride in other folks’ carriages. For me, I’d rather go afoot, when it’s my own shoes I walk in.”’ Hattie made no reply, but she paused to say a kind word to some of the girls who were coming in, At