Be content, my poor maid.
You have little save imaginary evils to affect you.

You are happier here than you can be among strangers." Telie clasped her hands in despair: "I shall never be happy here, nor anywhere.

But take me," she added eagerly, "take me for your own sake;--for it will be good for you to have me with you in the woods,--it will, indeed it will." "It cannot be," said Edith, gently.

But the maiden would scarce take a refusal.

Her terrors had been dissipated by her having ventured so far on speech, and she now pursued her object with an imploring and passionate earnestness that both surprised and embarrassed Edith, while it increased her sympathy for the poor bereaved pleader.