"My sister is very peculiar, and wholly unlike myself," remarked Error
to her hostess; "and I fear you will find her quite undemonstrative.
Although it is my parent's wish that I should be with her, you cannot
imagine what a relief it has been to a nature like mine to mingle with
those more congenial to my tastes, even for a brief period."

"It must be," answered Mrs. Highbred sympathizingly, and Error
congratulated herself on having become installed in the good graces
of so wealthy a person.

"Now," she said to herself, "I need not go plodding about the world
any longer. Truth can if she likes to; and, as she feels that she has
such a mission to perform to the earth, she of course will not remain
in any locality long. But, thanks to the gods, who, I think, favor me
always, I shall not be obliged to roam any longer. Truth never did
appreciate wealth or the value of fine surroundings. She's cast in a
rougher mold than I--"

"Ma sends you this set of garnets, and begs you will do her the favor
to wear them on the night of the party," said the bearer of a case of
jewels, as she laid them on the table, and bounded out of the room before
Error could reply. Indeed, her surprise was too great for words had the
child remained. "I wonder what Truth will say when she sees them,"
thought Error, as she glanced again and again at the sparkling gems.

Nothing could be more striking than the contrast between Truth and
her sister, both in costume and manner, as they stood apart from the
company a moment to exchange a few words.

Error was decked in a costly robe of satin of a lavender hue, to contrast
with her gems; while Truth was arrayed in white, with a wreath of ivy on
her brow, and the golden girdle around her waist which her father gave
her at parting. She wore no gems save an arrow of pearl which Astrea gave
her when they parted at the gate of clouds, kept by the goddesses named
the Seasons, which opened to permit the passage of the celestials to
earth and to receive them on their return.

The simple dress and manners of Truth won the admiration of a few, while
the majority paid tribute to Error, who kept her admirers listening to
her wonderful adventures amid the region of the stars. Truth spoke but
seldom; but what she uttered was food for thought, instead of a
constellation of merely dazzling words.

A careful observer might have seen that the elder members lingered,
attracted by her simple charms, near Truth, as did a