sundry books displayed upon it, and the "widow lady" exhibited her pride and crowning glory with evident satisfaction. Alice looked upon all with a discontented eye--this homely finery made no impression upon her--for Alice could not be persuaded that I was a voluntary exile and outcast; she could be reconciled to my leaving home, but she could not reconcile herself to any descent in rank. I was still Mrs. Southcote of Cottiswoode, to Alice. Upstairs there were two bed-rooms, and no more; one very white and in good order, with dimity hangings, and carefully polished furniture; the other with no hangings at all, and not much furnishing to boast of; and these, with the kitchen, made all the house. Alice looked in my face anxiously. "You never can live in this little place, dear? What could you do here?" cried Alice. "Miss Hester, you won't think of it; there's no accommodation for a lady here." "There is quite enough for us two," I said. "I do not wish to live as we lived at home; I want to help myself with my own hands; I want to live as your daughter might live, Alice; I think this is very good--we do not want any more." Alice, for the moment, was almost impatient with me. "So you mean to think you can live and sit all day in this little place," she said, looking round upon the fine parlor; "it's sinful, Miss Hester, it is. I'll not give in to it. Do you think upon what's coming, dear? Well-a-day, that it should be coming now! Do you think you can lie down upon that hard sofa, and put up with this place, after what you've been used to?--it goes against my conscience--it's sinful, Miss Hester." "And why, Alice?" said I. Alice found it difficult to answer why, but was not less positive on that account. "I don't like it myself," said Alice; "I've not been used to it this many a day, but, darling, you!" "Alice, let us be humble--let us be quiet--let me have something to do," I said earnestly. "We will have nobody in the house but you and I. We will serve each other. We will do everything with our own hands. Do not try to resist me, Alice. I think I have a great deal to learn yet. I am not so proud as I was. Let me try what life is among poorer people. Let me have my will, Alice." Alice made no further resistance. Her face was not so contracted as usual--that was all--but now she made me sit down, and went to the kitchen herself to bargain with the landlady. I heard their voices immediately in audible parley. The widow was anxious to have her house taken for some fixed time; while Alice, I could hear, was rather mysterious and lofty, and did not know how long her lady might be able to stay. Then there came an inquiry about my name, and something which sounded like a request for a reference, and Alice came abruptly back to me. I was sitting where she had left me, listening to their conversation, and she came close to my side, and stooped to whisper in my ear, and said, "What name will I say, Miss Hester?"