At length, Mrs.Howland turned to leave the room.

Andrew followed her to the door, and looking up with a sad light in his large eyes, murmured-- "I do love you, mother!" A tear fell upon his face as his mother stooped to kiss him.

A little while after, and he was alone.
"I'm afraid," said Mrs.Howland, joining her husband soon after, "that we have done wrong in prohibiting all intercourse between Andrew and little Emily Winters." "Why so ?" was quickly asked, and in no very pleasant tone of voice.
"The children are very much attached to each other." "That is no reason." "It would be no reason if there was anything bad about Emily.

But there is not.

She is a very good little girl." "I'm not so sure of that," said Mr.Howland.
"I never saw anything out of the way in her." "It's more than I can say of her father, then," was replied.