Chapter 19 INSIDE.

"Do you think, Luclarion," said Desire, feebly, as Luclarion came to take away her bowl of chicken broth,-"that it is my duty to go with mamma?"

"I don't know," said Luclarion, standing with the little waiter in her right hand, her elbow poised upon her hip,-"I've thought of that, and I don't know. There's most generally a stump, you see, one wa