Dr.McQueen often talked to me about the things that troubled you when you were a little girl--the morbid fears you had then, and that had all been swept away years before I knew you.

But though they had been long gone, you were so much to him that he tried to think of everything that might happen to you in the future, and he foresaw that they might possibly come back.

'If she were ever to care for some false loon!' he has said to me, and then, Grizel, he could not go on." Grizel beat her hands.

"If he could not go on," she said, "it was not because he feared what I should do." "No, no," David answered eagerly, "he never feared for that, but for your happiness.

He told me of a boy who used to torment you, oh, all so long ago, and of such little account that he had forgotten his name.