We could have told him how well she was getting on in New Bedford." "Father Snowdon will tell him all about that," rejoined Mr.Percival.
"If Tom was in the city, he probably kept him closely hidden, on account of the number of Southerners who have recently arrived; and after the hint the police-officer gave him, he doubtless hustled him out of town in the quickest manner." "I want to hurrah for that policeman," said Flora; "but Mamita would think I was a very rude young lady, or rather that I was no lady at all.

But perhaps you'll let me _sing_ hurrah, Mamita ?" Receiving a smile for answer, she flew to the piano, and, improvising an accompaniment to herself, she began to sing hurrah! through all manner of variations, high and low, rapidly trilled and slowly prolonged, now bursting full upon the ear, now receding in the distance.

It was such a lively fantasia, that it made Mr.Percival laugh, while Mrs.Delano's face was illuminated by a quiet smile.
In the midst of the merriment, the door-bell rang.

Flora started from the piano, seized her worsted-work, and said, "Now, Mamita, I'm ready to receive company like a pink of propriety." But the change was so sudden, that her eyes were still laughing when Mr.Green entered an instant after; and he again caught that archly demure expression which seemed to him so fascinating.

The earnestness of his salutation was so different from his usual formal politeness, that Mrs.Delano could not fail to observe it.