"Hephzibah, you fool, come here," cried Lucy.
The maid at once secreted the thermometer in her bosom.
"Why do you hide the nasty thing?" said Lucy.
"Oh, miss, I'm ashamed."
"And what are you crying for?"
"Please, miss, because of the omen."
"What do you mean?" said Georgina; "do calm yourself, Hephzibah."
"Oh, miss, only look," cried the girl, as she took the scientific love-token from its hiding place; "the quicksilver have separated, never to be re-united, and isn't that an omen, miss?" Here the maid shook the thermometer with redoubled fury.
"You stupid creature, so you believe in all that nonsense, do you?"