"From Carra-carra, Sir," said Ellen, smiling.
"Go along with you," said he, laughing, and pinching her cheek. "Take her away, Ellen, take her away, and mind you take good care of her. Tell Mrs. Bland she is one of grandpapa's guests."
The two children had not, however, reached the door, when Ellen Chauncey exclaimed, "Wait oh, wait a minute! I must speak to aunt Sophia about the bag." And, flying to her side, there followed an earnest whispering, and then a nod and smile from aunt Sophia; and, satisfied, Ellen returned to her companion, and led her out of the dining-room.
"We have both got the same name," said she, as they went along a wide corridor; "how shall we know which is which?"
"Why," said Ellen, laughing, "when you say 'Ellen,' I shall know you mean me; and when I say it you will know I mean you. I shouldn't be calling myself, you know."
"Yes, but when somebody else calls 'Ellen,' we shall both have to run. Do you run when you are called?"
"Sometimes," said Ellen, laughing.
"Ah, but I do always; Mamma always makes me. I thought perhaps you were like Marianne Gillespie she waits often as much as half a minute before she stirs, when anybody calls her. Did you come with Miss Alice?"
"Yes."
"Do you love her?"