Mary was sure of it; and then Jenny proceeded to open her budget of news concerning the inmates of the poor-house.  “Sal Furbush,” said she, “is raving crazy now you are gone, and they had to shut her up, but yesterday she broke away and came over to our house.  Tasso was with her, and growled so at Henry that he ran up garret, and then, like a great hateful, threw bricks at the dog.  I told Sally I was coming to see you, and she said, ’Ask her if she has taken the first step towards the publication of my novel.  Tell her, too, that the Glory of Israel has departed, and that I would drown myself if it were not for my clothes, which I fear Mrs. Grundy would wear out!’”

Here Rose called to her sister to come down, and accordingly the two girls descended together to the parlor, where they found Mrs. Lincoln.  She was riding out, she said, and had just stopped a moment to inquire after Mrs. Mason’s health and to ask for a very few flowers,—­they did look so tempting!  She was of course perfectly delighted to meet Mrs. Campbell, and Mrs. Campbell was perfectly delighted to meet her; and drawing their chairs together, they conversed for a long time about Mrs. So and So, who either had come, or was coming from Boston to spend the summer.

“I am so glad,” said Mrs. Lincoln, “for we need some thing to keep us alive.  I don’t see, Mrs. Campbell, how you manage to live here through the winter, no society nor any thing.”

Here Mrs. Mason ventured to ask if there were not some very pleasant and intelligent ladies in the village.

“Oh, ye-es,” said Mrs. Lincoln, with a peculiar twist to her mouth, which Jenny said she always used when she was “putting on.”  “They are well enough, but they are not the kind of folks we would recognize at home.  At least they don’t belong to ‘our set,’” speaking to Mrs. Campbell who replied, “Oh, certainly not.”  It was plain even to a casual observer that Mrs. Lincoln’s was the ruling spirit to which Mrs. Campbell readily yielded, thinking that so perfect a model of gentility could not err.  Mr. Knight possibly might have enlightened her a little with regard to her friend’s pedigree, but he was not present, and for half an hour more the two ladies talked together of their city acquaintances, without once seeming to remember that Mrs. Mason, too, had formerly known them all intimately.  At last Mrs. Lincoln arose, saying she must go, as she had already stopped much longer than she intended, “but when I get with you,” said she, turning to Mrs. Campbell, “I never know when to leave.”

Mrs. Mason invited her to remain to tea, saying it was nearly ready.  Mrs. Campbell, who had also arisen, waited for Mrs. Lincoln to decide, which she soon did by reseating herself and saying, laughingly, “I don’t know but I’ll stay for a taste of those delicious looking strawberries I saw your servant carry past the window.”