You wish me to remember that you saw me then, that I perhaps saw you.

Why, sir, if you wished me to hate you, you could do no better--and I do not wish to hate any one.

I wish to have as many friends as we may, here in this new country; but for remembering--why, I can remember nothing else, day or night, but Louisburg!" "You stood so," said Franklin, doggedly and fatuously, "just as you did last night.

You were leaning on the arm of your mother--" Mary Ellen's eyes dilated.

"It was not my mother," said she.
"A friend ?" said Franklin, feelingly as he might.
"The mother of a friend," said Mary Ellen, straightening up and speaking with effort.