"No, indeed! there will not be room. Then the aisles will be filled with all sorts of people, and our dresses be liable to damage from boots and tobacco juice." "Tobacco juice!" was she in a barbarous country! As Carry predicted, their three attendants worked their way, between the wheels and the people, to where they sat. Charley crawled under the rail, and planted himself behind them. "I can keep my position until some pretty girl dislodges me," said he. "The denizens of these parts have not forgotten how to stare." He might well say so. A battery of eyes was levelled upon them, wherever they looked. The tasteful dress and elegant appearance of the ladies, and their attractive suite, were subjects of special importance to the community at large. Although eclipsed in show by some present, theirs was a new constellation, and they must support observation as they could. They stood fire bravely; Ida was most unaccustomed to it, and she found so much to interest and divert her, that she became unconscious of the annoyance after a little. "Are those seats reserved for distinguished strangers? have not we a right to them?" designating a tier in front of the speaker's stand. "They are the anxious benches," returned Charley. "Nonsense!" "So I think. The brethren dissent from us. I am not quizzing. That is the name." "The mourners--the convicted occupy them," said Carry. "Are they here?" inquired Ida, credulously. It was preposterous to conceive such a possibility in this frivolous loud-talking assembly. "Not now;" answered Charley. "But when they crowd on the steam, you will witness scores." "Fie! Charley? it is wicked to speak so!" "I am just as pious as if I did not, Carry. I'll wager my horse--and head too--that by to-night, Miss Ida will agree with me, that these religious frolics are more hurtful to the cause they are intended to advance, than fifty such harmless affairs, as we attended on Thursday night." "I am not solemnised yet;" said Ida. "You are as solemn as you are going to be. You may be excited, or frightened into something like gravity. Two, three, four preachers! That's what I call a waste of the raw material. What a flutter of ribbons and fans! The congregation reminds me of a clover field, with the butterflies hovering over its gaily-colored, bobbing heads. Handsome ladies by dozens! This county is famed for its beauty, and but one tolerable-looking man in its length and breadth!" "Why, there is Mr. Euston--what fault have you to find in him?" "He is the honorable exception. Whom did you think I meant?" smiling mischievously at Carry's unguarded query. "Art. here, is passable. Modesty prevents my saying more, as we are daily mistaken for each other. The music strikes up;--rather quavering; they are not in the 'spirit' yet. They never get to the 'understanding.' I must decamp. Those fair ones are too bashful to look this way, while I am here."