Still every thing was done for her that could be done, and after a time she became far less boisterous than formerly, and sometimes appeared perfectly rational for days.

She still retained her taste for literature, and nothing but George's firmness and decision prevented her from sending off the manuscript of her grammar, which was now finished.

It was in vain that he told her she was not now obliged to write for a living, as he had more than enough for her support.
She replied it was not _money_ she coveted, but _reputation_,--a name,--to be pointed at as Mrs.Sarah Furbush, authoress of "Furbush's Grammar," &c.,--_this_ was her aim! "You may write all you choose for the entertainment of ourselves and our friends," said George, "but I cannot allow you to send any thing to a publisher," Sally saw he was in earnest, and at last yielded the point, telling Mary in confidence that "she never saw any one in her life she feared as she did Esquire Moreland when he set his foot down!" And George did seem to have a wonderful influence over her, for a single look from him would quiet her when in her wildest moods.

In spite of the desire she once expressed of finding her sister, Mrs.
Campbell's pride at first shrank from acknowledging a relationship between herself and Sally Furbush, but the fact that George Moreland brought her to his home, treating her in every respect as his equal, and always introducing her to his fashionable friends as his aunt, gradually reconciled her to the matter, and she herself became at last very attentive to her, frequently urging her to spend a part of the time with her.

But Sal always refused, saying that "for the sake of her niece she must be very particular in the choice of her associates!" True to her promise, on Mary's twenty-first birth-day, Mrs Campbell made over to her one fourth of her property, and Mary, remembering her intentions towards William Bender, immediately offered him one half of it.