ends.
George says he don't know which he likes best, though he thinks Rose
the handsomest. He like handsome girls, and so do I."

Mary knew she had no beauty of which to boast, but Ella had, so she
very naturally mentioned her sister, saying how much she wished to see
her.

"Why, you can see her at church," answered Jenny. "Why don't you ever
go?"

"I am going next Sunday, Sally and I," was Mary's reply. "Billy told
me the last time he was here that he would come and stay with Alice."

"Oh, I'm glad, and I hope they'll put you in my Sabbath school class,
for Ella is in it, but if they do I'll contrive to have Rose sit off a
good ways because,--because--"

Here Jenny paused, but seeing that Mary was waiting for her to finish
the sentence, she added, "She's proud, and sometimes laughs at poor
girls."

"Thank you, Miss Jenny Lincoln," said Rose, coming forward. "I'll tell
mother of this new intimacy, and she'll put a stop to it, I'll assure
you. But come along, I'm going home."

Jenny arose to obey, but whispered to Mary, "You'll find me most
any time in these woods. I'd ask you to come to our house, only
mother wouldn't let you sit in the parlor. I shall see you
Sunday,--Good-bye."

Mary watched her until she disappeared among the bushes and then she
too started for home, with a lighter heart than she had known before
for many a day. She had found a new friend, and though Miss Grundy
scolded because she had been gone so long, and threatened to shut her
up in Sal Furbush's cage, she did not mind it and actually commenced
humming a tune while Miss Grundy was storming about a bowl of sour
milk which she had found in the cupboard. A sharp box on her ears
brought her song to an end and the tears into her eyes, but she
thought of Jenny, and the fact that she too knew George made him seem
nearer, and when Miss Grundy did not see her she hastily drew the
golden locket from her bosom, and glancing at the handsome, boyish
face it revealed, quickly thrust it back as she heard a quick step in
the passage.

She had no opportunity of seeing Jenny again that week, for she was
kept busy from morning till night, running here and there, first after
eggs, then after water, next for potatoes, and then after wood. And
still Miss Grundy told her fifty times a day that "she didn't half pay
her way, to say nothing about the young one."

"Bolt at once," said Sal. "Bolt, and say you didn't come here to work:
that's the way I did."