You know I told you not to touch it, because Susan is so cross about it.

I must hide it another time, Betsey.

Poor Mary little thought it would be such a bone of contention when she gave it me to keep, only two hours before she died.

Poor little soul! she could but just speak to be heard, and she said so prettily, 'Let sister Susan have my knife, mama, when I am dead and buried.' Poor little dear! she was so fond of it, Fanny, that she would have it lay by her in bed, all through her illness.

It was the gift of her good godmother, old Mrs.Admiral Maxwell, only six weeks before she was taken for death.