"I am not modest! I am not generous! you mustn't say so," cried Ellen. She struggled; the blood rushed to the surface, suffusing every particle of skin that could be seen; then left it, as with eyes cast down she went on — "I don't deserve to be praised — it was more Margaret's than mine. I oughtn't to have kept it at all — for I saw a little bit when I put my hand in. I didn't mean to, but I did!" Raising her eyes hastily to Alice's face, they met those of John, who was standing behind her. She had not counted upon him for one of her listeners; she knew Mrs. Gillespie, Mrs. Chauncey, Miss Sophia, and Alice, had heard her; but this was the one drop too much. Her head sunk; she covered her face a moment, and then made her escape out of the room, before even Ellen could follow her. There was a moment's silence. Alice seemed to have some difficulty not to follow Ellen's example. Margaret pouted; Mrs. Chauncey's eyes filled with tears and her little daughter seemed divided between doubt and dismay. Her first move, however, was to run off in pursuit of Ellen. Alice went after her. "Here's a beautiful example of honour and honesty for you!" said Margaret Dunscombe, at length. "I think it is," observed John, quietly. "An uncommon instance," said Mrs. Chauncey. "I am glad everybody thinks so," said Margaret, sullenly; "I hope I shan't copy it, that's all." "I think you are in no danger," said John, again. "Very well!" said Margaret, who, between her desire of speaking and her desire of concealing her vexation, did not know what to do with herself; — "everybody must judge for himself, I suppose; I've got enough of her, for my part." "Where did you ever see her before?" said Isabel Hawthorn. "Oh, she came up the river with us — Mamma had to take care of her — she was with us two days." "And didn't you like her?" "No, I guess I didn't! she was a perfect plague. All the day on board the steamboat she scarcely came near us; we couldn't pretend to keep sight of her; Mamma had to send her maid out to look after her, I don't know how many times. She scraped acquaintance with some strange man on board, and liked his company better than ours, for she stayed with him the whole blessed day, waking and sleeping; of course Mamma didn't like it at all. She didn't go to a single meal with us; you know, of course, that wasn't proper behaviour." "No, indeed," said Isabel. "I suppose," said John, coolly, "she chose the society she thought the pleasantest. Probably Miss Margaret's politeness was more than she had been accustomed to." Margaret coloured, not quite knowing what to make of the speaker or his speech. "It would take much to make me believe," said gentle Mrs. Chauncey, "that a child of such refined and delicate feeling as that little girl evidently has, could take pleasure in improper company."