'Little,' says I; why, you needn't be ashamed to stand beside a grenadier.

Trust the country for growing fine gals." "You are my uncle, then ?" said Rhoda.

"Tell me how my sister is.

Is she well?
Is she quite happy ?" "Dahly ?" returned old Anthony, slowly.
"Yes, yes; my sister!" Rhoda looked at him with distressful eagerness.
"Now, don't you be uneasy about your sister Dahly." Old Anthony, as he spoke, fixed his small brown eyes on the girl, and seemed immediately to have departed far away in speculation.

A question recalled him.
"Is her health good ?" "Ay; stomach's good, head's good, lungs, brain, what not, all good.
She's a bit giddy, that's all." "In her head ?" "Ay; and on her pins.