But we are better friends now, Miss Heathen." "Yes, I have more than I can ever thank you for," I answered, very gravely, for I never could become jocose to order, and sadness still was uppermost.

"I will go where you like.

I am quite at your orders, because Betsy Bowen is busy now.

She will not have done her work till six o'clock." "Well done!" he cried.

"Bravo, Young America! Frankness is the finest of all good manners.