"A shockingly ugly old creature, miss; almost as black as a crock."

     "Why, she's a real sorceress!" cried Frederick Lynn. "Let us have her in, of course."

     "To be sure," rejoined his brother; "it would be a thousand pities to throw away such a chance of fun."

     "My dear boys, what are you thinking about?" exclaimed Mrs. Lynn.

     "I cannot possibly countenance any such inconsistent proceeding," chimed in the Dowager Ingram.

     "Indeed, mama, but you can--and will," pronounced the haughty voice of Blanche, as she turned round on the piano-stool; where till now she had sat silent, apparently examining sundry sheets of music. "I have a curiosity to hear my fortune told: therefore, Sam, order the beldame forward."

     "My darling Blanche! recollect--"

     "I do--I recollect all you can suggest; and I must have my will--quick, Sam!"

     "Yes--yes--yes!" cried all the juveniles, both ladies and gentlemen. "Let her come--it will be excellent sport!"