an attentive observer of American life would not have had the least difficulty in guessing what phase of it she represented. She represented the various and enlightened activities which cast their rapid shuttle—in the comings and goings of eager workers—from one side to the other of Boston Common. She had in an eminent degree the physiognomy, the accent, the costume, the conscience, and the little eye-glass, of her native place. She had never sacrificed to the graces, but she inspired unlimited confidence. Moreover, if she was thoroughly in sympathy with the New England capital, she reserved her liberty; she had a great charity, but she was independent and witty; and if she was as earnest as other people, she was not quite so serious. Her voice was a little masculine; and it had been said of her that she didn't care in the least how she looked. This was far from true, for she would not for the world have looked better than she thought was right for so plain a woman.
Mrs. Daintry was fond of calculating consequences; but she was not a coward, and she arrived at her business as soon as possible.
"You know that Florimond sails on the 20th of this month. He will get home by the 1st of December."
"Oh, yes, my dear, I know it; everybody is talking about it. I have heard it thirty times. That 's where Boston is so small," Lucretia Daintry remarked.
"Well, it's big enough for me," said her sister-in-
