Jewel Weed

"And act injured to death," said her mother. "No, you go!"

"After you've done everything you can to spoil it for me," answered

Lena, not half realizing how well she spoke the truth, and how both by

inheritance and by precept her mother had trailed the serpent over her

life. To Lena, fortune and misfortune were still things of outward

import, and almost synonymous with possession and non-possession. Yet,

in spite of Mrs. Quincy's dour looks, Lena found herself singing as she

moved swiftly about the room. Spontaneous joy was a rare thing with her.

The first peep into the delectable world was entrancing.