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ONE morning in the ensuing week, as the young people were busily engaged upon some elegant dresses for a ball about to be given in the neighborhood, Miss Baylis hastily entered the room with a roll of black crape in her hands.
"Young ladies," said she, in a voice somewhat agitated, "I am sure you will be sorry to hear that the ball-dress for Miss M. is no longer needed; she died last night after a very short illness."