BEYOND THE CITY.
"If you please, mum," said the voice of a domestic
from somewhere round the angle of the door, "number three
is moving in.
Two little old ladies, who were sitting at either
side of a table, sprang to their feet with ejaculations
of interest, and rushed to the window of the
"Take care, Monica dear," said one, shrouding herself
in the lace curtain; "don't let them see us.
"No, no, Bertha. We must not give them reason to say
that their neighbors are inquisitive. But I think that
we are safe if we stand like this."
The open window looked out upon a sloping lawn, well