by one sad idea, in her repetition of the phrase, walking up and

down, which testified to her possessing such a thing.

The corner has been mentioned as a wonderful corner for

echoes; it had begun to echo so resoundingly to the tread of

coming feet, that it seemed as though the very mention of that

weary pacing to and fro had set it going.

“Here they are!” said Miss Pross, rising to break up the

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conference; “and now we shall have hundreds of people pretty

soon!”

It was such a curious corner in its acoustical properties, such a

peculiar Ear of a place, that as Mr. Lorry stood at the open

window, looking for the father and daughter whose steps he heard,

he fancied they would never approach. Not only would the echoes

die away, as though the steps had gone; but, echoes of other steps

that never came would be heard in their stead, and would die

away for good when they seemed close at hand. However, father

and daughter did at last appear, and Miss Pross was ready at the

street door to receive them.

Miss Pross was a pleasant sight, albeit wild, and red, and grim,

taking off her darling’s bonnet when she came upstairs, and

touching it up with the ends of her handkerchief, and blowing the

dust off it, and folding her mantle ready for laying by, and

smoothing her rich hair with as much pride