Miss Prior came also, with a copy of "Young's Night Thoughts," bound in speckled leather This hilarious and refreshing poem remained at the bottom of my trunk, till Temperance fished it out, to read on Sundays, in her own room, where she usually passed her hours of solitude in hemming dish-towels, or making articles called "Takers." Dr.Price came, too, and even the haughty four Ryders.

Alice was gratified with my popularity.

But I felt cold at heart, doubtful of myself, drifting to nothingness in thought and purpose.

None saw my doubts or felt my coldness.
I shook hands with all, exchanged hopes and wishes, and repeated the last words which people say on departure.

Alice and I neither kissed nor shook hands.