"Is Miss Hamilton at home?" asked she of the servant girl who answered her ring, and whom she had never seen before.
"Yes, ma'am; walk in the parlor. What name shall I give her if you please?"
"Miss Carter—Lenora Carter;" and the servant girl departed, repeating to herself all the way up the stairs, "Miss Carther—Lenora Carther!"
"Lenora Carter want to see me!" exclaimed Mag, who, together with Kate Kirby, was in her sister's room.
"Yes, ma'am; an' sure 'twas Miss Hampleton she was wishin' to see," said the Irish girl.
"Well, I shall not go down," answered Mag. "Tell her, Rachel, that I am otherwise engaged."
"Oh, Maggie," said Carrie, "why not see her? I would if I were you."
"Rachel can ask her up here if you wish it," answered Mag, "but I shall leave the room."
"Faith, an' what shall I do?" asked Rachel, who was fresh from "swate Ireland" and felt puzzled to know why a "silk frock and smart bonnet" should not always be welcome. "Ask her up," answered Kate. "I've never seen her nearer than across the church and have some curiosity—"
A moment after Rachel thrust her head in at the parlor door, saying, "If you please, ma'am, Miss Marget is engaged, and does not want to see you, but Miss Carrie says you may come up there."