You always have such a bright, kind face.

I am afraid I do not deserve such a good sister." "Yes, you do deserve all I can help or pleasure you in." And then, when the coffee had been taken, and Sophia lay restless and wide-eyed upon her bed, Charlotte proposed to read to her from any book she desired; an offer involving no small degree of self-denial, for Sophia's books were very rarely interesting, or even intelligible, to her sister.

But she lifted the nearest two, Barret's "Maga," and "The Veiled Prophet," and rather dismally asked which it was to be?
"Neither of them, Charlotte.

The 'Maga' makes me think, and I know you detest poetry.

I got a letter to-night from Agnes Bulteel, and it appears to be about Professor Sedgwick.