But don't let that prevent your taking a drive." "I shall not enjoy it unless you are with me," said Mr.Dexter.
"Then I will go." Mrs.Dexter did not speak fretfully, nor in the martyr tone we often hear, but in a voice of unexpected cheerfulness.

"Order the carriage," she added, as she rose; "I will get my bonnet and shawl, and join you here by the time it is at the door." "No--no, Jessie! Not if you are so fatigued.

I had forgotten our journey to-day," interposed Mr.Dexter.
"A ride in the bracing salt air will do me good, perhaps.

I am, at least, disposed to make the trial.

So order the carriage, and I will be with you in a moment." Mrs.Dexter spoke with a suddenly outflashing animation, and then left her husband to make preparations for accompanying him in the drive.