"Oh, Emma, what a strange night it has been! I have heard all kinds of noises.

Has anything been wrong ?" "No, my dear," she replied.
But I felt quite sure she was keeping something from me.
"Emma, you should not tell stories!" I cried, so vehemently that she was startled.

"You know how Heaven punished Ananias and Saphira for their wickedness." "Hush, missie!" said my good nurse; "I have told no stories--I speak the truth; there is nothing wrong.

See, I want you to have your breakfast here in your room this morning, and then Sir Roland wants you." "How is mamma ?" I asked.
"You shall go to her afterward," was the evasive reply.
"But how is she ?" I persisted.

"You do not say how she is." "I am not my lady's maid, missie," she replied.
And then my heart sank.