She still looks as pleasant as a morning in June, and smiles sweetly when any one speaks to her and when she speaks to any one.
I am sorry I cannot inform my young lady friends how Miss Redburn was dressed, or how she proposed to dress, at her birthday party, which was to come off the following week--what silks, what laces what muslins, and what jewels she was to wear.

I can only say that she was dressed very plainly, and that her garments were exceedingly becoming; and that she had steadily resisted the solicitations of sundry French milliners and dressmakers to exceed her usual simplicity at the party--and I cordially command her example to all young ladies.
While Miss Redburn sat at the window, the doorbell rang with great violence; and Michael--yes, Michael--he is still there, a veteran in the service of Mrs.Gordon, and fully believing that Katy is an angel--Michael hastened to admit Grace.

She is a little older than when we saw her last, but she is the same Grace.

She enters the room, kisses Katy with as much zeal as though she had not seen her for months, though they had met the day before.

She had scarcely saluted her cousin before a little fat man of six came tumbling into the room, for he had not been able to keep up with his mother.
"Come, aunty," said little Tommy, who persisted in calling her by this title, as he rolled up to Miss Redburn, who gave him a hearty kiss--"come, aunty, I want you to come right down into the kitchen, and make me a lot of molatheth candy." "Not now, Tommy"-- would you believe it, reader?
that little boy's name is Thomas Howard Parker--"not now, Tommy.