Ellen smiled and obeyed.

In a few minutes Mrs.Hamilton laid aside her writing, and looked up, as if expecting her niece would speak.
"Well, Ellen, what grand difficulty can you not overcome ?" "None, my dear aunt.

My task is done; I only want your approval," replied Ellen.
"Done!" repeated her aunt, in an accent of astonishment.

"My dear Ellen, it is impossible; I only gave it you a week ago.

You must have worked all night to finish it" "Indeed I have not," replied Ellen, quickly yet earnestly.
"Then I certainly must examine every little article," said Mrs.
Hamilton, laughing, "or I shall decidedly fancy this extreme rapidity cannot have been productive of neatness, which last I rather prefer to the first." Ellen submitted her work to her scrutiny, without reply, and remained kneeling on a stool at her aunt's feet, without any apprehension as to the sentence that would be pronounced.
"Really, Ellen, I shall incline to Emmeline's opinion, and believe some magic is at work within you," was Mrs.Hamilton's observation, as she folded up the tiny suit with very evident marks of satisfaction.