“Unless, R. W. ,” who started on being solemnly turned upon, “you have taken the precaution of making some addition to our frugal supper on your way home, it will prove but a distasteful one to Bella. Cold neck of mutton and a lettuce can ill compete with the luxuries of Mr. Boffin’s board.”

“Pray don’t talk like that, Ma dear,” said Bella; “ Mr. Boffin’s board is nothing to me.”

But, here Miss Lavinia, who had been intently eyeing Bella’s bonnet, struck in with “Why, Bella!”

“Yes, Lavvy, I know.”

The Irrepressible lowered her eyes to Bella’s dress, and stooped to look at it, exclaiming again: “Why, Bella!”