Miss Sallianna received it with a still more gracious smile, and asked Mr.Verty to be seated.
He shook his head.
"I must go away, ma'am," he said, sadly; "Redbud has quarrelled with me, and I cannot stay.

Oh! what have I done to cause this!" And Verty's head sank upon his bosom, and his lips trembled.
Miss Sallianna gazed at him with a curious smile, and after a moment's silence, said: "Suppose you sit down for a minute, Mr.Verty, and tell me all about this--this--highly intrinsic occurrence.

You could not repose your sorrows in a more sympathetic bosom than my own." And subsiding gracefully upon the sofa, Miss Sallianna made Verty sit by her, and even gently moved her fan before his face, smiling and simpering.
Perhaps the reader may feel some surprise at the change in Miss Sallianna's demeanor toward the young man, the fact of whose existence she had scarcely noticed on the occasion of their first meeting in the garden.

The explanation will be neither lengthy nor difficult.

Miss Sallianna was one of those ladies who have so profound an admiration for nature, beauty, love, and everything elevated and ennobling, that they are fond of discussing these topics with the opposite sex--exchanging ideas, and comparing opinions, no doubt for the purpose of arriving at sound conclusions upon these interesting subjects.