I feared you would not, and really I want you very much." "What can I do, Mrs.Carlton ?" "You can take off your hat and gloves, and prepare yourselves to spend the day with me." They laughingly complied, protesting, however, that they could only remain a short time.
"Mary, my poor blind proselyte died yesterday, and bequeathed her orphan child to me: I feel almost obliged to accept the charge, for her fear lest it should fall into the Padre's hands was painful to behold, and I promised to protect it if possible.

The poor little fellow is nearly destitute of clothes; I have cut some for him, and knew you would assist me in making them." "With pleasure, dear Mrs.Carlton, and so will Florry; fill my basket with work, and we will soon have him a suit.

Oh! how glad I am that he has such kind friends as yourself and husband." "The Padre came last night to demand the child, but we refused to give him up: he said he intended clothing and educating the boy free of charge; yet I knew better, for he refused to baptize Madame Berara's orphan-niece without the customary fee, though he well knew she could ill afford it, and was compelled to sell her last cow to make up the requisite sum.

I feel assured he will do all in his power to entice Erasmo from me; but hope, by constant watchfulness, to counteract his influence.

Oh! Mary, how much we need a Protestant minister here: one who could effectually stem the tide of superstition and degradation that now flows unimpeded through this community.