He is wealthy, and can certainly aid me." She sat there musing, until the little girl, coming up to her, twined her tiny arms round her mother's neck, and asked if it was not time to light the gas.
"Yes, darling," said Mrs.Wentworth, kissing her fondly; "call Betsy and let her get a light." After the negro had lit the gas, Mrs.Wentworth said to her, "Should that gentleman, who was here to-day, call at any time again, let me know before you admit him." "Yes, mistis," replied the negro with a curtsey..