And what did you purchase, Miss Summers--or Miss Redbud, if you will permit me--" "Oh, yes, sir," said Redbud, looking at him with her kind, sad eyes, "you need'nt be ceremonious with _me_.

Besides, you're Fanny's cousin.
I bought this necklace--I thought it old-fashioned and pretty." Redbud was silent again, her eyes bent quietly upon the walk, the long lashes reposing thus upon the tender little cheeks.
"Old-fashioned and pretty," said the young man, with a smile, "did you not make a mistake there, Miss Redbud ?" "No, sir--I meant it," she said, raising her eyes simply to his own.

"I think old-fashioned things are very often prettier and more pleasant than new ones.

Don't you ?" "I do!" cried Fanny; "I'm sure my great grandmother's diamond breastpin is much handsomer than this horrid thing!" And the young lady tore the pinchbeck jewel from her neck.
Mr.Ashley laughed.
"There's your consistency," he said; "just now you thought nothing could be finer." Miss Fanny vehemently opposed this view of her character at great length, and with extraordinary subtilty.

We regret that the exigencies of our narrative render it impossible for us to follow her--we can only state that the result, as on all such occasions, was the total defeat of the cavalier.