Gabriel breathed hard.

"The blind owlets!" thought he; "and I put the letter where a mole would have seen it!" "You know the spell when you enter an oak-tree where the fairies have been," he whispered to the fair object of his notice.

"You must turn round three times, look carefully on the ground, and you will see the face you love best.

If I was but a little older, how I should pray--" "Nonsense!" said the girl, blushing, as she now slid through the crowd, and went timidly in; presently she uttered a little exclamation.
The gallant Sir Miles stooped down to see what was the matter, and offering his hand as she came out, was startled to see her holding a letter.
"Only think what I have found!" said the girl.

"What a strange place for a post-office! Bless me! It is directed to Mr.Mainwaring!" "Mr.Mainwaring!" cried three or four voices; but the baronet's was mute.