If you will not read it, please follow my hand as I read, and see for yourself how far I have misused your trust." "I never doubted your good faith, Eunane"-- But she had begun to read, pointing with her finger as she went on.

At one sentence hand and voice wavered a little without apparent reason.

"I shall," wrote her school-friend, some half year her junior, "make my appearance at the next inspection.

I wish the Campta, had left you here till now; we might perhaps have contrived to pass into the same household." "A very innocent wish, and very natural," I said, in answer to the look, half inquiring, half shy, with which Eunane watched the effect of her words.

I could not now use the precaution in her case, which it had somehow seemed natural to adopt with Eive, of marking the paper returned for erasure.