"No, I'm not," cried Miss Ellen, coming out of her reveries. "Only yesterday I heard some one say that you were very fine-looking."
"Who said it?"
"Never mind," Ellen said, gayly.
"Do tell me, sister," he entreated; "that's a good girl."
"It was somebody whose opinion you care a great deal about."
"I think you might tell me," said Mr. David, aggrieved. "Not that I care, because it isn't true, and was only said to please you. People know how to get round you, Ellen. But I'd just like to know."
"Guess," said Miss Ellen.
"Well, was it—Mrs. Smily?"
"Oh, dear, no! It was somebody very important in Old Chester. It was Mrs. Barkley."
"Oh," said Mr. David.