MARY WELLS by order went down, in a loose morning wrapper her mistress had given her, and dined in the servants' hall. She was welcomed with a sort of shout, half ironical; and the chief butler said,
"Glad to see you come back to us, Miss Wells."
"The same to you, sir," said Mary, with more pertness than logic; "which I'm only come to take leave, for to-morrow I go to London, on business."
"La! what's the business, I wonder?" inquired a house-maid, irreverentially.
"Well, my business is not your business, Jane. However, if you want to know, I'm going to be married."
"And none too soon," whispered the kitchen-maid to a footman.
"Speak up, my dear," said Mary. "There's nothing more vulgarer than whispering in company."
"I said, 'What will Bill Drake say to that?'"
"Bill Drake will sa
