"Don’t scream so loud, if you didn’t. I only asked you because I knew something had ailed you ever since I was engaged. Others notice it too; and, if I were you, I’d try to appear cheerful, even if I did not feel it." Greatly as Jessie was annoyed, she resolved to act upon this advice, for she would not have people think that she cared for William Bellenger. So she roused herself from the state of listless indifference into which she had fallen, and Charlotte Reeves no longer had reason to complain of her dullness, or non-appreciation of the bridal finery, which was so ostentatiously displayed, and which greatly annoyed Mrs. Bartow. This lady was secretly chagrined at what she considered Charlotte’s good luck, and at Mrs. Reeves’ evident exultation, and she took great pains to let the latter know that she did not care and on the whole was glad William was going to do so well. Jessie would never have accepted him, even if she had had a chance; and for the sake of dear Mrs. Bellenger she was pleased to think the Reeves family was so respectable. Of course she never did believe that ridiculous story about the tin-peddler, and she couldn’t see who had reported it. She had been asked about it, two or three times, and had always told exactly how the story originated, and said it was not true. This speech she made in substance several times to Mrs. Reeves, when that lady was congratulating herself upon her granddaughter’s brilliant prospects, and insisting that "Jessie was a year the oldest; basing her assertion upon the fact that she bought her camel’s hair shawl so many years ago, and Jessie was born that very day." "And I," retorted Mrs. Bartow, "remember that my daughter Graham’s silver tea-set was sent home the morning after Jessie was born, and that has the date on it, so I can’t be wrong. And another thing which makes me sure, is that a raw country girl we had just hired insisted that it was tin, saying her father was a peddler, and she guessed she knew." At the mention of tin of any kind, Mrs. Reeves always seemed uneasy; and as Mrs. Bartow frequently took occasion to name the offensive article in her hearing, she resolved at last to steal a day or so from the excitement at home, and see if she too, could not find a weapon with which to fight her friend. Accordingly, one morning, when Mrs. Bartow called to tell her that "people said William Bellenger would drink and gamble too," she was informed that the lady was out of town, and so she contented herself with repeating the story to Charlotte, adding that she didn’t believe it herself and she wondered why people would talk so. Charlotte wondered too, and said that those who repeated such scandal were quite as bad as the originators, a remark in which Mrs. Bartow fully concurred, saying, "if there was anything she despised it was a talebearer." The next day about one as she sat with Jessie in her little sewing-room, Mrs. Reeves was announced, and after a few preliminary remarks, began: