Yours ever,
Bolton.
CHAPTER XXX.
PERTURBATIONS.
Scene.—Ida's Study—Ida busy making notes from a book— Eva sitting by, embroidering.
Eva—"Heigho! how stupid things are. I am tired of everything. I am tired of shopping—tired of parties—tired of New York—where the same thing keeps happening over and over. I wish I was a man. I'd just take my carpet-bag and go to Europe. Come now, Ida, pray stop that, and talk to me, do!"
Ida, putting down her book and pen: