Jewel Weed

It was all charming, if a little strange--the friendliness of Miss Elton

when Lena met her at the station, the smart trap and groom that met them

at the end of their short journey, the very way in which Miss Elton took

possession of those awe-inspiring objects, and the respectful curiosity

of the loungers at the country station. As she stepped into the

carriage, Lena caught a glimpse of a cart-horse with so many ribs as to

suggest that the female of his species had yet to be created. He looked

so like her mother, that he gave her a spasm of anguish which she tried

to forget, as they were whirled down the road with its fringe of

straight-limbed trees. Never had the world looked more lovely. Her

spirits were lifted up.

Mrs. Lenox met them at the door with hospitable effusiveness, but Lena's

crucifixion began from that moment.

"The man will carry your bag up for you," said Mrs. Lenox.

As Olaf obediently stepped forward, Lena flushed and thought: "They both

noticed that it was only imitation leather."

Mrs. Lenox walked up stairs with them, chattering gaily with Madeline,

and Lena followed in embarrassed silence at the charming freshness and

daintiness of everything about her.

"I've put you and Miss Elton in adjoining rooms," said Mrs. Lenox,

smiling kindly at her, "so that you needn't feel remote and lonely on

your first visit here."

The man put down the bag and disappeared, and a trim maid came forward

to help Lena off with her coat which, with a sudden pang, she wished

were lined with satin instead of sateen.

"Sall Ay unpack you bag?" said the little maid politely.

"No, thank you. I prefer to do it myself," said Lena desperately. It was

more than she could endure to have a strange girl spying out the

nakedness of the land. Yet when the little maid said, "Vary well,

ma'am," and walked into the next room, Lena wondered if she had made a

mistake. She heard Miss Elton's cheerful address of the appalling

personage with the puffed up bit of hair and the saucy cap.

"How do you do, Sophie?"

"Good day, mees. As thar anything Ay can do for you?"

"I fancy my dress would be better for a good brushing after the dusty

train, and the gown I want is in the top tray of the little trunk,

Sophie."

The door closed and Lena wondered in terror what of her small store of

finery she ought to put on, and when she ought to go down stairs. She

solved the first question to the best of her ability and sat down on the

edge of a very clean beflowered chair in despair about the other, when

there came voices in the hall, and Madeline tapped on her door, and

called: "Don't you want to come out and see the baby?"