It seemed so pleasant to lean on him, to know that he cared so much for her, that Mrs.Worthington would gladly have rested on his bosom longer, but Hugh was anxious to know the worst, and brought her back to something of the old, sad life, by asking if the letter were from 'Lina.
"Yes; I can't make it out, for one of my glasses is broken, and you know she writes so blind." "It never troubles me," and taking the letter from her unresisting hand, Hugh asked that another pillow should be placed beneath his head, while he read it aloud.
"You see that thousand is almost gone, and as board is two and a half dollars per day, I can't stay long and shop in Broadway with old Mrs.Richards, as I am expected to do in my capacity of heiress.

I tell you, Spring Bank, Kentucky--crazy old rat trap as it is, has done wonders for me in the way of getting me noticed.

If I had any soul, big enough to find with a microscope, I believe I should hate the North for cringing so to anything from Dixie.

Let the veriest vagabond in all the South, so ignorant that he can scarcely spell baker correctly, to say nothing of biscuit, let him, I say, come to any one of the New York hotels, and with something of a swell write himself from Charleston, or any other Southern city, and bless me, what deference is paid to my lord! "You see I am a pure Southern woman here; nobody but Mrs.Richards knows that I was born, mercy knows where.

But for you, she never need have known it either, but you must tell that we had not always lived in Kentucky.
"But to do Mrs.Richards justice, she never alludes to my birth.
She takes it for granted that I moved, like Douglas, when I was very young, and you ought to hear her introduce me to some of her aristocratic friends.