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her in the lurch, at last, ladies, after bringing her so far? Come, lend me one of your bonnets and your fardingales, or what is it you call your things? And twirl me a belt round my waist, and something proper about my neck, and I'll go to her myself, as one of your waiting maids: I will, faith!"
"I am glad, at least, niece Elinor, that this once," said Mrs. Maple, "you are reasonable enough to act a little like me and other people. If you had really been so wild as to sustain so glaring an impostor—."
"If, aunt?—dont you see how I am scalding my throat all this time to run to her?" replied Elinor, giving her hand to Harleigh.
As they re-entered the passage, the stranger, rushing from her room with a look the most scared and altered, exclaimed, that she had lost her purse.
"This is complete!" cried Elinor, laughing; "and will this, too, Harleigh, move your knight-errantry? If it does
