of the evening,
she became a little more gracious, and asked Alice how she liked
_Mrs. Elliott_, who had unexpectedly arrived from New York.
"I was delighted with her," returned Alice; "she was such a
perfect lady. And hadn't she magnificent hair! Just the color of
Dora's" she added, glancing at the little cropped head, which had
been so suddenly divested of its beauty.
"It wasn't all hers, though," answered Eugenia, who invariably saw
and spoke of every defect. "I heard her telling Ella that she
bought a braid in Rochester as she came up. But what ails you?"
she continued, speaking now to Dora, whose eyes sparkled with some
unusual excitement and who replied--
"You said Mrs. Elliott, from New York. And that was the name of
the lady who was so kind to me. Oh, if I only thought it were she,
I'd----"
"Make yourself ridiculous, I dare say," interrupted Eugenia,
adding, that "there was more than one Mrs. Elliott in the world,
and she'd no idea that so elegant a lady as Mr. Hastings's sister
ever troubled herself to look after folks in such a miserable old
hovel as the one where Dora had lived.
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