"What can you mean?
Here, a splendid fortune promises to be poured into your lap, and you draw your garments aside, hesitating and questioning as to whether the golden treasure is worth receiving! I am half amazed at your conduct!" "Are you weary of my presence here, Aunt Phoebe ?" said Jessie, a tremor in her low failing tones.
"Now give me patience with the foolish girl!" exclaimed Mrs.Loring, assuming an angry aspect.

"What has come over you, Jessie?
Did I say anything about being wearied with your presence?
Because I manifest an unusual degree of interest in your future welfare, am I to be charged with a mean, selfish motive?
I did not expect this of you." "Dear aunt! forgive me!" said Jessie, giving way to tears.

"My feelings are unusually disturbed this morning.

Late hours and the excitement of company have made me nervous.

As for Mr.Dexter, let us pass him by for the present.