What now availed Jemima's reproaches, as she remembered the days when he had watched her with earnest, attentive eyes, as he now watched Ruth; and the times since, when, led astray by her morbid fancy, she had turned away from all his advances! "It was only in March--last March, he called me 'dear Jemima.' Ah, don't I remember it well?
The pretty nosegay of green-house flowers that he gave me in exchange for the wild daffodils--and how he seemed to care for the flowers I gave him--and how he looked at me, and thanked me--that is all gone and over now." Her sisters came in bright and glowing.
"Oh, Jemima, how nice and cool you are, sitting in this shady room!" (She had felt it even chilly.) "We have been such a long walk! We are so tired.

It is so hot." "Why did you go, then ?" said she.
"Oh! we wanted to go.

We would not have stayed at home on any account.

It has been so pleasant," said Mary.
"We've been to Scaurside Wood, to gather wild strawberries," said Elizabeth.

"Such a quantity! We've left a whole basketful in the dairy.