If Anna ever shed tears over them he never knew it.
With what touching humility she acknowledged his thoughtfulness! "Another letter--how good you are to me!" she would say in her reply.
"Mother declares that you spoil me.

I read her all your description of the Bean-feast.

Oh, if I had only been there! But it is wicked of me to say that." But later on there was a touch of curiosity, almost a shadow of doubt.
"You say so little about Miss Elizabeth Templeton," she wrote, "and yet you are at the Wood House every day.

It is always Miss Templeton.

Is it heresy, dear?
but I fancy I should like Miss Elizabeth best.