Why, I would give my life for him, and bear any kind of torture if it would add to his happiness.

But why write this nonsense to you, who never acted as if you cared an atom for any boy, not even Dick St.Claire, who used to give you sugar hearts and call you his little wife.

_Entre nous_ (who says I do not know two French words ?) mamma would like to make a match between Dick and me, but she never will--never! Dick is nice, and I like him, but not that way.

Poor mamma! How much she thinks of money and position! I tell her she ought to have a photograph of the old Langley House hung up in her room to keep her in mind of her former condition.
Just now she has the craze to hammer brass and paint in water-colors, and goes over to Mrs.Atherton's to take lessons.
Don't you think that Mrs.Peterkin--_May Jane_--had like aspirations with mamma, and wanted to join the class; but the teacher found that she had as many pupils as she could attend to, and so May Jane is left out in the cold.

But Mr.Peterkin says, 'By George, my wife shall have 'complishments if money can buy em!' And so, I suppose, she will.