Mary stooped down to the ear of her husband, who sat a little behind her mother, and whispered,
"You are dull, dear—I got you by it, didn't I?"
His young wife's cheek was very convenient, and his lips touched it almost involuntarily.
"What is that, Mary?" asked her mother, turning towards them, for she had heard her remark, and was waiting for the explanation.
"Oh, nothing, mother, it was only some of my fun."
"You seem quite full of fun, lately," said Mrs. Turner, with a quiet smile of satisfaction, and again bent her eyes upon the book she was reading.
CHAPTER XXX.
TWO WAYS WITH DOMESTICS.
"AH, good morning, dear! I'm really glad to see you," said Helen Armitage to her young friend Fanny Milnor, as the latter came in to sit an hour with her. "I just wanted a little sunshine."