"Who are the Pelhams?" Miss Agnes Brendon gave a little upward lift to her small pert nose as she exclaimed: "Tilly Morris, you don't mean to say that you don't know who the Pelhams are?" Tilly, thus addressed, lifted up her nose as she replied, - "I do mean to say just that." "Why, where have you lived?" was the next wondering question. "In the wilds of New York City," answered Tilly, sarcastically. "Where the sacred stiffies of Boston are unknown," cried Dora Robson, with a laugh.