"There is something he says about Virginia," said she, turning over the pages, "which I want you to be sure to read." "Won't you sit down," said Lawrence, "and read to me some of those extracts?
You know just where to find them." "That chair wasn't put there for me," said Miss Annie, with a smile.
"Nonsense," said Lawrence.

"Won't you please sit down?
I ought to have asked you before.

Perhaps it is too cool for you, out there." "Oh, not at all," said she.

"The air is still quite warm." And she took her seat on the chair which was placed close to the door-step, and she read to him some of the surprising and interesting facts which Mr Salmon had heard, in a Dublin coffee-house, about Virginia and the other colonies, and also some of those relating to the kindly way in which slave-holders in South America, when they killed a slave to feed their hounds, would send a quarter to a neighbor, expecting some day to receive a similar favor in return.

When they had laughed over these, she read some very odd and surprising statements about Southern Europe, and the people of far-away lands; and so she went on, from one thing to another, talking a good deal about what she had read, and always on the point of stopping and giving the book to Lawrence, until the short autumnal afternoon began to draw to its close, and he told her that it was growing too chilly for her to sit out on the grass any longer.
"Very well," said she, closing the book, and handing it to him, "you can read the rest of it yourself, and if you want any other books on the list, just let me know by Uncle Isham, and I will send them to you.