. Donald and Dorothy . y rubbed it with blotting-paper the instant ithappened, she continued, kneeling upon the floor, andrubbing vigorously with a piece that she had snatchedfrom the table, there wouldnt have been a trace of itby this time. Sakes ! glancing at the fine towel whichDonald had recklessly used, if you have nt ruined thattoo! Well, she sighed, slowly rising with a hopelessair, nothing but sour milk can helj) the carpet now, andI have nt a drop in the house I Xever mind/ said Donald; whats a little ink-stain?You cant expect a bachelors apartment to look like aparlor. I 11 fling the
. Donald and Dorothy . y rubbed it with blotting-paper the instant ithappened, she continued, kneeling upon the floor, andrubbing vigorously with a piece that she had snatchedfrom the table, there wouldnt have been a trace of itby this time. Sakes ! glancing at the fine towel whichDonald had recklessly used, if you have nt ruined thattoo! Well, she sighed, slowly rising with a hopelessair, nothing but sour milk can helj) the carpet now, andI have nt a drop in the house I Xever mind/ said Donald; whats a little ink-stain?You cant expect a bachelors apartment to look like aparlor. I 11 fling the rug over the place — so 1 Not now, Master Donald. Do wait till it dries 1 criedLydia, checking him in the act, and laughiug at his be-wildered look. She ran down stairs with a half-reproachful My, what a boy ! — while Donald, carefully putting alittle water into the inkstand, to make up for recentwaste, went on with his letter, which, it happened, was allabout affairs not immediately connected with this story. f^v. OF New York, CHAPTER X. WHICH PRESENTS A FAITHFUL EEPORT OF THE INTERVIEWBETAVEEN MR. REED AND HIS MYSTERIOUS VISITOR. Hope the young folks are at home, remarked thelong, lank man, with an off-hand air of familiarity,comfortably settling himself in an arm-chair before thesmouldering fire, and thrusting out his ungainly feet asfar as jjossible. Would be glad to make their acquaint-ance. My nephew and niece will not be down again thisevening, sir, was the stiff reply. Ah ? Hardly past nine, too. You hold to old-fash-ioned customs here, I perceive. Early to bed, etcetera,etcetera. And yet they re no chickens. Let me see;I m thirty-nine. According to my reckoning, they mustcarry about fourteen years apiece by this time. Dorothylooks it; but the boy seems younger, in spite of his bigways. Why not sit down, George ? Dorothy! — George 1 echoed Mr. Reeds thought, in-dignantly. But with a stern resolve to be patient, heseated himself. THE MYSTERIOUS VISITOR. 81 Look he
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