It was enough, however, to put a new light in his eye and a faint color in his cheek.
"Could it have been Miss Nellie ?" he asked, with half-boyish hesitation.
Mr.Wynn was too much of a Christian not to bow before what appeared to him the purely providential interposition of this suggestion.

Seizing it and Low at the same moment, he playfully forced him down again in his chair.
"Ah, you rascal!" he said, with infinite archness; "that's your game, is it?
You want to trap poor Father Wynn.

You want to make him say 'No.' You want to tempt him to commit himself.

No, sir!--never, sir!--no, no!" Firmly convinced that the present was Nellie's and that her father only good-humoredly guessed it, the young man's simple, truthful nature was embarrassed.

He longed to express his gratitude, but feared to betray the young girl's trust.