Miss Costello, your mother is an Englishwoman, why don't you persuade her to bring you to England." "My mother will never go to England." Lucia repeated the words slowly like a lesson learned by rote; and as she did so, an old question rose again in her mind,--why not?
"Yet you long to go--you have told me so." "Yes, oh! I do long to go.

It seems to me like Fairyland." It was Mr.Percy's turn to smile now.

"Not much like Fairyland," he answered; "not half so much like it as your own Canada." "Well, perhaps I shall see it some day, but then alone.

Without mamma, I should not care half so much." "Are you still so much a child?
'Without mamma' would be no great deprivation to most young ladies." "I cannot understand that.

But then we have always been together; we could hardly live apart." "Not even if you had--Doctor Morton for instance, to take care of you ?" Lucia laughed heartily at the idea, and Mr.Percy laughed too, though his sentence had begun seriously enough.