er's library since she had learned her
letters, was known as a great reader, and felt rather proud of her
reputation; but she found the stranger had read as much as she, and seemed
to think nothing of it.

In the warmth of a discussion of favorite stories any stiffness is sure to
melt rapidly away. Jack, hearing mention of "The Talisman," joined in and
the others drew up their chairs, so that when Miss Betty rustled back from
an excursion to the dining room she found the ice broken and sociability
prevailing. But she startled them all by an exclamation.

"Jack Parton, for pity's sake, sit up! and you too, Katherine; I cannot
allow my guests to sit on their spines."

"But it is so much more comfortable," protested lazy Jack, slowly screwing
himself into a more erect position, while Katherine straightened up with a
blush.

"There seems to be something wrong with the spines of this generation, and
the first thing you know it will react on their mental and moral natures.
People without backbone are odious," Miss Betty continued.

"I wish you children could have seen Miss Patricia Gilpin as I saw her
once when I was a little child, more than thirty years ago. She was
straight as an arrow and pretty as a picture. Such old ladies have gone
out of fashion. I remember hearing her describe the backboard and spiked
collar she wore for several hours each day when she was a child."

"What was the spiked collar for?" Rosalind asked.

"To keep her head in the correct position."

"I am glad I didn't live then," said Belle.

At this point Miss Betty's sermon was interrupted by the appearance of a
small, brown boy in a white apron, who announced supper.

CHAPTER NINTH.

THE LOST RING.

"Wear this for me."

The old mahogany table had never reflected a circle of brighter faces than
gathered about it that evening to do justice to Sophy's good things served
on Miss Hetty's pretty china.

Rosalind at the left hand of her hostess looked around the company with
frank enjoyment of the novelty of the occasion. These young people were
very entertaining, particularly Belle; and more amusing than anything was
the small waiter, at whom Miss Betty glanced so sternly when he showed a
disposition to laugh at the jokes.

It was when Miss Betty began to serve the strawberries that some one
remarked on the old cream-pitcher of colonial glass, and thus started her
on her favorite topic of the cream-jug and sugar-dish that exactly