But Elizabeth's eyes, if they wavered at all, were called off by some burst of the noisy sociability of the party, in which she deigned not to share.

Her cousin, Mr.Herder, Rufus, Asahel, and Winifred, were in full cry after pleasure; and a cheery hunt they made of it.
"Miss Elisabet' does look grave at us," said the naturalist, -- "she is the only one wise of us all; she does nothing but read.

What are you reading, Miss Elisabet' ?" "Something you don't know, Mr.Herder." "O it's only a novel," said her cousin; "she reads nothing but novels." "That's not true, Rose Cadwallader, and you know it." "A novel!" said Mr.Herder.

"Ah! -- yes -- that is what the ladies read -- they do not trouble themselves wiz ugly big dictionaries -- they have easy times." He did not mean any reproof; but Elizabeth's cheek coloured exceedingly and for several minutes kept its glow; and though her eyes still held to the book, her mind had lost it.
The boat coasted along the shore, down to the head of the bay, where the huckleberry region began; and then drew as close in to the bank as possible.

No more was necessary to get at the fruit, for the bushes grew down to the very water's edge and hung over, black with berries, though us Asahel remarked, a great many of them were _blue_.