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BY ENNA DUVAL.
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Turn thy eyes back upon thyself, and see thou judge not the doings of others. Thomas A’Kempis.
“We missed you so much at Mrs. Fenton’s last evening, Cornelia; why did you not come?” asked Miss Lee.
“Because Miss Enna had just come to us, and was not well; nor did I feel very well myself.”
“Mrs. Fenton told us Miss Duval had partly promised to come also,” said Miss Ellen Lee, a younger sister of the first speaker.
“So I did,” I replied; “when Mrs. Fenton called at Miss Clemson’s yesterday morning, I told her if I felt well enough in the evening I would come.”
“What a very pleasant young person Miss Clemson is, Miss Duval,” drawled out young Colton, a dangling beau of the Miss Lees, “my sisters go to school to her, and I had no idea their school ma’am was such a nice young woman.”
The young ladies giggled at this would-be witty and patronizing remark, to which I only replied with a cold assenting bow of my head.