Her mother often noticed her sitting so, and thought, partly from quick maternal intuition, partly from knowledge gained from her own experience, that if it were possible, she should judge her to have had her heart turned to some maiden fancy.

But she knew that Lucina had cared for none of her lovers away from home, and at home there were none feasible, unless, perhaps, Lawrence Prescott.
Lawrence had not been to see her lately; could it be possible the child was hurt by it?
Abigail sounded cautiously the depths of her daughter's heart, and found to her satisfaction no image of Lawrence Prescott therein.
"Lawrence is a good boy," said Lucina; "it is a pity he is no taller, and looks so like his father; but he is very good.

I do think, though, he might go to ride with me sometimes and save father from going.

I would rather have father, but I know he does not like to ride.

Lawrence had been planning to go to ride with me all through the summer.