quietly, and Fanny's light foot-fall was in her ears. She did not look up;

the

the soft, clear eyes of her daughte

prise, as she placed an arm around h

she held it toward her mother. There was

from Mr

it?" inquired

r you to read," was t

ter was

FANNY M

ose to me, and they will ever make a green spot in my memory. What a little paradise enshrines you! Art, hand in hand with Nature, have made a world of

ood mother; and your own graceful courtesy, toward one in whom you had no personal interest, charmed-nay, touched me with a sense of gratitude. To forget all this would be to change my nature. Nor can I shut out the image of Aunt Gr

of sentences that might come in almost any other connection; and mine is no exception to the rule. I do not ask

ndness and esteem to y

erely

LY

t left her mind in uncertainty as to the real intentions of Mr. Lyon. Regret that he should have written

ful letter, is

answered almost w

with the care of one who was

swer it?" s

ence with a gentleman-especially with one about whom we know so little. Before

ssed the bright young face of Fanny

no notice of the letter whatever,"

ge the receipt for you, wh

o?" asked Fanny,

uch you might suffer in the estimation of right-minded people, by his representation that you were in correspondence with him. A young girl can never be too g

hing that would give him more pleasure than to rec

hat part of his letter

inquired t

on so slight an acquaintance, to draw her into a correspondence; therefore the fact that Mr. Lyon half invites you to a correspondence, causes doubts to arise i

ment?" said Fanny, a warm

y child, and you w

this letter?" said Fanny,

knowledge the receipt for you. If Mr. Lyon

rew quicker. Again she read the letter from Mr. Lyon, and again and again conned it over, until every sentence was imprinted on her memory. She did not reject the view taken by her mother; nay, she