I hear Miss Elizabeth comes home to-morrow; she is the lively one,--not quite of the Merry Pecksniff order, but still a bright, chatty lady.
"From morning till night It is Betty's delight To chatter and talk without stopping." 'You know the rest, Ursula, my dear.

By the bye,' opening the door, and looking cautiously into the passage, 'I wonder whom the Bartons are entertaining in the kitchen to-night?
I hear a masculine voice.' 'It is only Mr.Hamilton,' I returned indifferently.

'I heard him come in half an hour ago; he is giving Nathaniel a lesson in mathematics.' 'To be sure.

What a good fellow he is!' in an enthusiastic tone.

'Well, good-night, child: do not sit up late.' And he vanished.
I am afraid I disregarded this injunction, for I wanted to write to my poor Jill--who was never absent from my mind--and Lesbia; and I was loath to leave the fireside, and too much excited for sleep.
When I had finished my letters I still sat on gazing into the bright caverns of coal, and thinking over Susan Locke's history.
'How many good people there are in the world!' I said, half aloud; but I almost jumped out of my chair at the sound of a deep, angry voice on the other side of the door.
'It is a thriftless, wasteful sort of thing burning the candle at both ends.