The next day, on taking up her embroidery
frame, Miss Boggs found a number of old-
fashioned cross-stitches added to her Ken-
sington. Prudence, she knew, would never
have degraded herself by taking a cross-stitch,
and the parlor-maid was above taking such a
liberty. Miss Boggs mentioned the incident
that night at a dinner given by an ancient
friend of the Carews.

"Oh, that's the work of Lydia Carew, with-
out a doubt!" cried the hostess. "She visits
every new family that moves to the house, but
she never remains more than a week or two
with any one."

"It must be that she disapproves of them,"
suggested Miss Boggs.

"I think that's it," said the hostess. "She
doesn't like their china, or their fiction."

"I hope she'll disapprove of us," added
Miss Prudence.

The hostess belonged to a very old Philadel-
phian family, and she shook her head.

"I should say it was a compliment for even
the ghost of Miss Lydia Carew to approve of