There was something pure and good about her.
"Now, Aggy, dear," said I to her, one morning after breakfast, as we took our work and retired from the dining-room to one of the parlors, where I was occasionally in the habit of sitting,--"we must sew for dear life until dinner time, so as to finish these two frocks for the children to wear this evening.

It isn't right, I know, to impose on you in this way.

But you sew so quick and neatly; and then it will help me through, and leave me free to visit Girard College with you this afternoon." "Don't speak of it, aunt," returned Agnes.--"I'm never happier than when employed.

And, besides, it's only fair that I should sew for you in the morning, if you are to go pleasuring with me in the afternoon." Lightly the hours flew by, passed in cheerful conversation.

I found that the mind of my niece had been highly cultivated; that her tastes were refined, and her moral sense acute.