But, Elsie, dear, can you not come to Ion, and spend the rest of your holidays with us?
Both Edward and I would be delighted to have you, and I think we could make you happier than you are here." "I cannot tell you how very much I should like it, dear Mrs.Travilla, but it is quite impossible," Elsie answered, with a sorrowful shake of the head.

"I am not allowed to pay or receive visits any more; papa forbade it some time ago." "Ah, indeed! I am very sorry, dear, for I fear that cuts me off from visiting you," said Mrs.Travilla, looking much disappointed.

"However," she added more cheerfully, "I will get my son to write to your papa, and perhaps he may give you permission to visit us." "No, ma'am, I cannot hope that he will," replied Elsie sadly; "papa never breaks his word or changes his mind." "Ah! well, dear child," said her friend tenderly, "there is one precious blessing of which no one can deprive you--the presence and love of your Saviour; and if you have that, no one can make you wholly miserable.

And now, dear child, I must go," she added, again clasping the little girl to her heart, and kissing her many times.

"God bless and keep you, darling, till we meet again, and we will hope that time will come ere long." Mr.Travilla was waiting to hand his mother into the carriage.
Neither of them spoke until they had fairly left Roselands behind them, but then he turned to her with an anxious, inquiring look, to which she replied: "Yes, I found her in just the state you described, poor darling! but I think I left her a little happier; or rather, I should say, a little less wretched than I found her.