It was a dark lantern, flashing light before it, itself all in shadow.
"It is a shame that you must leave us, Gabriella," said Edith, when after breakfast her pony was brought to the door.

"Ernest," added she, turning to him, "I am _so_ glad you are come.

You must persuade mamma to lay her commands on Gabriella, and not permit her to make such a slave of herself.

I feel guilty to be at home doing nothing and she toiling six long hours." "It is Gabriella's own choice," cried Mrs.Linwood, a slight flush crossing her cheek.

"Is it not, my child ?" "Your wisdom guided my choice, dear madam," I answered, "and I thank you for it." "It would seem more natural to think of Miss--of Gabriella--as a pupil, than a teacher," observed Ernest, "if youth is the criterion by which we judge." "I am seventeen--in my eighteenth year," said I eagerly, urged by an unaccountable desire that he should not think me too young.
"A very grave and reverend age!" said he sarcastically.
I thought Mrs.Linwood looked unusually serious, and fearing I had said something wrong, I hastened to depart.