No young lady could be kinder and better than you.

But my uncle is going to marry again, and if you please, Miss Bawn, I think I should like to go to America." "Don't go to America, Nora," I said; "it's a terrible place.

I'll look after you.

I'll speak to Miss Champion, and we'll see what we can do.
Miss Champion has so many friends.

She'll easily get you another place, away from this, in Dublin." Suddenly the large tears filled Nora's eyes and trickled down her cheeks.