Presently she resumed, in a musing tone-- "I knew Sibylla would only prove an encumbrance to Fred, out there; and I told him so.

If Fred thought he was taking out a wife who would make shift, and put up pleasantly with annoyances, he was mistaken.

Sibylla in Canvas Town! Poor girl! I wonder she married him.

Don't you ?" "Rather so," answered Lionel, his scarlet blush deepening.
"I do; especially to go to that place.

Sibylla's a pretty flower, made to sport in the sunshine; but she never was constituted for a rough life, or to get pricked by thorns." Lionel's heart beat.