She was dressed in white, with bare shoulders as white as snow--the picture of youth, unprotected innocence, and humble virgin simplicity.

"I must be very quiet," thought Rebecca, "and very much interested about India." Now we have heard how Mrs.Sedley had prepared a fine curry for her son, just as he liked it, and in the course of dinner a portion of this dish was offered to Rebecca.

"What is it ?" said she, turning an appealing look to Mr.Joseph.
"Capital," said he.

His mouth was full of it: his face quite red with the delightful exercise of gobbling.

"Mother, it's as good as my own curries in India." "Oh, I must try some, if it is an Indian dish," said Miss Rebecca.