There is a homely proverb, that 'many hands make light work.' Come, let us prove its truth." I thought Mrs.Linwood sighed, as he followed me into the drawing-room, and with quick, graceful fingers, made ample amends for the negligence be had caused.

His light, careless manner restored me to ease, and at breakfast Mrs.Linwood's countenance wore its usual expression of calm benevolence.
Had I done wrong?
I had sought no clandestine interview.

Why should I?
It was foolish to wish to look at the beautiful flower girl; but it was a natural, innocent wish, born of something purer and better than vanity and self-love..