AN EVENING AT HOME.

“ Ne going to the ball?” said Mrs. Lind-
ley, with a look and tone of surprise.
“ What has Some over the girl ?”

“TI do t know, but she says she is not
going.”

* Doesn’t her dress fit ?”

“Yes, beautifully.”

‘What is the matter, then ?”

“Indeed, ma, I cannot tell. You had
better go up and see her. It is the strangest
notion in the world. Why, you couldn't
hire me to stay at home.”

Mrs. Lindley went up-stairs, and, enter-
ing her daughter’s room, found her sitting
on the side of the bed, with a beautiful
ball-dress in her hand.

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