You must introduce me to them." "So I will.

Take my arm." Jenny Walters had been unusually kindly and gracious in her manner that evening, and her very voice had less than its accustomed sharpness; but her natural disposition broke out a little, some minutes later, while she was talking with Annie Foster.

Said she,-- "I've wanted so much to get acquainted with you." "With me ?" "Yes: I've seen you in church, and I've heard you talked about, and I wanted to find out for myself." "Find out what ?" asked Annie a little soberly.
"Why, you see, I don't believe it's possible for any girl to be as sweet as you look.

I couldn't, I know.

I've been trying these two days, and I'm nearly worn out." Annie's eyes opened wide with surprise; and she laughed merrily, as she answered,-- "What can you mean! I'm glad enough if my face doesn't tell tales of me." "But mine does," said Jenny.