that kind? And she sent us a card to her reception; and right the very next afternoon Mrs. Lawrence called--she's another Gwynne, isn't she?--and asked us to Marian's coming-out party, _so_ sweet. And, oh, girls, two such dear funny little old mai--I mean elderly, and they aren't married, you know--Miss Gwynne and Miss Mollie Gwynne came--what are you all laughing at, what's the joke? Well, I think you're real mean not to tell me! _I_ thought they were _nice_--well, of course, maybe they did seem kind of queer, but--well, it _was_ a little funny," said Mazie, yielding to the laughter with apparent reluctance; "we took them all over the house, because we thought, you know, they'd be pleased to see the way we'd fixed it up. And they _did_ seem rather tickled; Miss Gwynne said she thought they had never had any tenants in their house before that appreciated it as we did. And when we got to the south parlour Miss Mollie wouldn't go in, and Miss Gwynne took us in and said in an awful whisper that everybody in the family had been laid out in that room, but she'd try to get Miss Mollie in to look at the chandelier which was an exact copy of the one in the State-House--and Mollie hadn't been in the house for so long, maybe it would refresh her, and take her mind off the funerals, you know. So Mollie came in," went on Mazie, who by this time was openly laughing like everyone else, "and she took one look and covered her eyes like this, and said 'Oh, Sister Eleanor, I can't--I can't,' and Sister Eleanor said, 'Look up, Mollie, look up'--just as if it was Heaven, you know--'don't you remember the chandelier?' And then Miss Mollie said, 'Oh, yes, I remember--shall I ever forget--boo-hoo!--it cost three hundred and twenty-five dollars--boo-hoo!--every one of 'em cost three hundred and twenty-five dollars!' But, honestly, girls, it's all very well to laugh, but it gives me the creeps to think of that room since I've known; I can't go into it without seeing a coffin spread out right where our centre-table is; and you know there's that lovely bisque monkey climbing up a cord that mamma has hanging from the chandelier--think of that dangling down over a--B-r-r! I didn't know about so many Gwynnes dying here. There's enough left to keep the family going anyway, I should think. Was Mr. Peters' brother one of 'em that died in the house? Eh? What! _Mercy!_ isn't that _awful_? Why, I thought somebody said Sam Peters was in Honduras or Alaska or somewhere--is it the same one? _Isn't_ that awful! Isn't it safe to have him---- Horrors! Oh, girls, I think that's awful! And Mr. Peters is such a dear, isn't he? So _nice_! But don't you tell him I said that--now please don't, girls, I'd be ready to fall down dead I'd be so ashamed if he knew I said he was a dear. I'd never look him in the face again," said the ingenuous Mazie, knowing perfectly well--who better?--that Gwynne would be miraculously informed of this damaging