24 TURNS OF FORTUNE.

without an effort; “I wish, dear aunt, you
would send that old spinnet out of the room ;
it looks so odd by the side of my beautiful
piano.”

‘¢ My dear Mabel,” replied her aunt, “ I have
put as much new furniture as you wished into
this room, but I cannot part with the old”

‘Rubbish!’ added Mabel, snapping her
worsted with the impatience of the movement.
_ It may be rubbish in your eyes, Mabel, but

I have told you before that my dear father de-
sired I should never part with the furniture of
the room he died in.”

Mabel looked the truth—‘ that she was not
more inclined toward the old furniture on that
account ;” but she did not say so. ‘Have you
got the key of the old spinnet, aunt? I should
like to hear its tone.”

‘‘] have never found the key, my dear,
though I have often looked for it ; I supose my
father lost it. I have danced to its music be-
fore now to my mother’s playing; but I am
sure it has not a tone left.”

‘‘T wish you would dance now, dear aunt,”
exclaimed Mabel, jumping up at the idea; “ you
never told me you could dance; I never, some-
how, fancied you could dance, and I have been
obliged to practise my quadrilles with two high-
backed chairs and my embroidery frame. Do,
dear aunt; put by that book, and dance.” It
would be impossible to fancy a greater contrast