Sure enough, they find no good to do; and they not only put all the fault of that on me, but they make me the victim of all the mischief they invent.

Dolly, my darling, wear that cap if it fits.

But you have not shaken hands with Mr.Scudamore yet.

I hope you will do so, some hundreds of times." "Not all at once, papa; or how thankful he would be! But stop, I have not got half my glove off; this fur makes them stick so." Miss Dolly was proud of her hands, and lost few chances of getting them looked at.

Then with a little smile, partly at herself for petulance, partly to him for forgiveness, she offered her soft warm rich white hand, and looked at him beautifully as he took it.