Well, as I came in view of that old house, I thought I saw a girl standing by the gate.
An appearance so unusual, caused me to strain my eyes to make out the figure, but the twilight had fallen too deeply.

While I still looked, the form disappeared; but, through an opening in the shrubbery, I caught another glimpse of it, as it vanished in the portico.

I was going to speak of the incident, but other matters pushed it, till now, from my thoughts when you were at home." "Then my eyes did not deceive me," said I; "your story corroborates mine.

There is a young lady in the Allen House.

But who is she?
That is the question." As we could not get beyond this question, we left the riddle for time to solve, and turned next to the singular state of mind into which young Henry Wallingford had fallen.
"Well," said my wife, speaking with some emphasis, after I had told her of the case, "I never imagined that he cared so much for the girl!" "What girl ?" I inquired.
"Why, Delia Floyd--the silly fool! if I must speak so strongly." "Then he is really in love with Squire Floyd's daughter ?" "It looks like it, if he's taking on as his mother says," answered my wife, with considerable feeling.