"I can talk with the best," said she, "but the moment I sit down and take up a pen something cold runs up my shoulder, and then down my backbone, and I'm palsied; now you are always writing, and can't say 'Bo' to a goose in company.

Let us mix ourselves; I'll walk about and speak my mind, and then you put down the cream, and send it." From this ingenious process resulted the following composition: "She whom Miss Bruce is good enough to call 'the brave lady' happened to know the truth, and that tempted her to try and baffle an anonymous slanderer, who was ruining the happiness of a lady and gentleman.

Being a person of warm impulses, she went great lengths; but she now wishes to retire into the shade.

She is flattered by Miss Bruce's desire to know her, and some day, perhaps, may remind her of it; but at present she must deny herself that honor.

If her reasons were known, Miss Bruce would not be offended nor hurt; she would entirely approve them." Soon after this, as Sir Charles Bassett sat by the fire, disconsolate, his servant told him a lady wanted to see him.
"Who is it ?" "Don't know, Sir Charles; but it is a kind of a sort of a nun, Sir Charles." "Oh, a Sister of Charity! Perhaps the one that nursed me.