But before I go, let me give you a glass of cold water, and beg you to dismiss that new idea from your mind." I could see, as I took with a trembling hand the water he poured out for me, that Mr.Shovelin was displeased.

His kind and handsome face grew hard.

He had taken me for a nice young lady, never much above the freezing-point, and he had found me boil over in a moment.

I was sorry to have grieved him; but if he had heard Betsy Bowen's story, and seen her tell it, perhaps he would have allowed for me.

I sat down again, having risen in my warmth, and tried to quiet and command myself by thinking of the sad points only.