And when they do come to be married, poor lambs! I hope it will be as good a match as you are making--only, perhaps, not a widower.

But I beg your pardon.
Oh, Miss Oakley, my dear, we shall miss you so!" And the good woman, who had a heart--and hearts are worth something--clasped the orphan-bride to her broad bosom, and shed over her a torrent of honest tears.
"Thank you," Christian said, and returned the kiss gently, but no tears came to her eyes.
"And now," added Mrs.Ferguson, recovering herself, "I'll go and see that every thing is right; and I'll get my warm tartan shawl for you to travel in.

It is a terrible snowy day still.

You'll come down stairs presently ?" "Yes." But the instant Mrs.Ferguson was gone Christian locked the door.

The same look, of more than pain--actual fear--crossed her face.