"I did not undress," said Belle, "because I wished to be in readiness to bid you farewell when you departed; and as for sleeping, I could not." "Well, God bless you!" said I, taking Belle by the hand.

Belle made no answer, and I observed that her hand was very cold.

"What is the matter with you ?" said I, looking her in the face.

Belle looked at me for a moment in the eyes--and then cast down her own--her features were very pale.

"You are really unwell," said I, "I had better not go to the fair, but stay here, and take care of you." "No," said Belle, "pray go, I am not unwell." "Then go to your tent," said I, "and do not endanger your health by standing abroad in the raw morning air.