He would feel it to be right that I should make every effort--I don't mean," said she, as the tears would fall down her cheeks in spite of her quivering effort at a smile, "that I should not have liked to have seen him.

But it is no use talking of what one would have liked.

I am writing a long letter to him at every pause of leisure." "And I'm keeping you all this time," said Erminia, getting up, yet loth to go.

"When do you intend to come back?
Let us feel there is a fixed time.
America! Why, it's thousands of miles away.

Oh, Maggie! Maggie!" "I shall come back the next autumn, I trust," said Maggie, comforting her friend with many a soft caress.