But you have, or have had, a doll ?" SOPHY.--"Oh, yes; Grandfather gave me one." VANCE.--"And you were fond of that doll ?" SOPHY.--"Very." VANCE.--"Fancy that young gentleman is your doll grown big, that it is asleep, and you are watching that no one hurts it; Mr.Rugge, for instance.

Throw your whole soul into that thought,--love for doll, apprehension of Rugge.

Lionel, keep still, and shut your eyes; do." LIONEL (grumbling).--"I did not come here to be made a doll of." VANCE.--"Coax him to be quiet, Miss Sophy, and sleep peaceably, or I shall do him a mischief.

I can be a Rugge, too, if I am put out." SOPHY (in the softest tones).--"Do try and sleep, sir: shall I get you a pillow ?" LIONEL.--"No, thank you: I'm very comfortable now," settling his head upon his arm; and after one upward glance towards Sophy, the lids closed reluctantly over his softened eyes.

A ray of sunshine came aslant through the half-shut window, and played along the boy's clustering hair and smooth pale cheek.